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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sons of Legion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam McInnis
Lyrics
Mario Marchetti
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam McInnis
Producer
Mario Marchetti
Producer
Lyrics
He walks into the box that he calls a home
Half a cigarette is lying by the stove
He don't talk to God, so he listens to the news
It tells him he ain't safe, and the world is ending soon
He says, "Why am I so ugly, and why are you?
Why do all these lies seem so much closer than the truth?
Have I lost the virtue of patience?
Did I slip right through the cracks?
And if I'm losing my way, how do I get back?"
My faith has been shrinking
We're all out here waitin' for someone to save us, but
Maybe we could be angels
Maybe we could be angels
He waits at a traffic light that used to be a stop sign
There's a girl begging on the corner, with hunger in her eyes
She's too young to drink, but too old to get high at home
Or so her mama thinks, now she's out here alone
See a businessman walk by with a briefcase and a suit
He's yelling on the phone, 'cause he's getting some bad news
He said his son ain't doing too well, that he OD'd in the park
But could he save him?
Maybe we could be angels
Maybe we could be angels
Maybe we could be angels
Maybe we, we could be angels
Yeah-eh
Oh, oh
Angels
Yeah, oh!
Angels
We could be
Written by: Adam McInnis, Mario Marchetti