Fallen Angels
Fallen Angels...

I got a man in the business line
He power hungry
He’s a money mine
Smooth as satin he’s a big time shark
Fallen Angel

I got a brother, oo he mean as sin
He got a brother who’s just like him
Livin’ over in Moscow, two of a kind.
How come the
great power got the junkie mind?

Fallen Angels
they never get enough
Fallen Angels oo oo
They got the addictions
Fallen Angels
They litter the skies
Fallen Angels
Doncha wanna turn em around

I got a man in the USA
He runnin' guns with the CIA
He’s the best that being bad can be
Lord he think he do it all for me

What’s it matter if you’re green or red
The yankee dollar or the commie threat when the
real power in the real world gonna
deny it all anyway

Fallen Angels
they never get enough
Fallen Angels oo oo
They got the addictions
Fallen Angels
They litter the skies
Fallen Angels
Doncha wanna turn em around

You believe in the system from the top on down
Potential is a beautiful thing
It’s hard to keep believing in the big time
Now you’re sinking in the wind
Star light Star bright
Somebody going down tonight
Told the truth when it was time to lie
Got it right

Fallen Angels
they never get enough
Fallen Angels oo oo
They got the addictions
Fallen Angels
They litter the skies
Fallen Angels
Doncha wanna turn em around