Angel song lyrics: Angel in the Back Room. Give them hell, dark moon heaven, broken wingless flight. MickTerry.com

Angel song lyrics: Angel in the Back Room. Give them hell, dark moon heaven, broken wingless flight.  MICK TERRY
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Silent Tree Music - Song Lyrics 

( Angel song lyrics )
ANGEL IN THE BACK ROOM
Copyright © 1999 - mickterry.com

With two kids to be feeding
and another maybe soon,
she's no need to be breeding,
but then, she is not immune
to the pressures of a hard life,
to the need to keep alive.
So she paints up for the night-life
in her own way to survive.

A  There's an ANGEL IN THE BACK ROOM
    and she'll give them hell tonight.
    She left heaven on a dark moon
    on a solo wingless flight.
    There's an ANGEL IN THE BACK ROOM
    and you'll find her on her knees,
    doing what she does the best.
    She only aims to please.

She's no angel of mercy,
'though there's mercy needed here.
The role that she's rehearsing
has continued for nine years.
She'll play the part with passion
'though the passion's long since gone.
She could use some compassion,
but she only gets led on.

    CHORUS  
A

        Who knows when she'll fly,
        suffering with two broken wings?
        Who knows when she cries?
        Is there someone listening?

A doily 'neath a candle
and a lamp like Tiffany's.
A pine box with six handles
and a guest book as you leave.
Two daughters in the corner
failing hard to comprehend.
The men that come to mourn her
are the few that called her "friend".

B  There's an ANGEL IN THE BACK ROOM
    and she'll leave this hell tonight.
    Back in heaven in a bright moon
    with her wings against the night.
    There's an ANGEL IN THE BACK ROOM:
    she's no longer on her knees,
    Rising up above it all,
    She has been finally freed.

Copyright © 1999  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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