| The cigarette smoke chokes, the coffee is weak |
| Only empty faces on this endless street |
| On a sorrow trip to the promised land |
| Giving up all hope stuck in sinking sand |
| The grass is greener on the other side |
| But the honey is sweeter on saturday nights |
| There' s gotta be some hope before I die |
| Because the truth is the truth or the truth is surely a lie |
| Hear the angels calling |
| Searching for the blind |
| Crown the queen of silence |
| Leave the sinking ship behind |
| When I reach the bottom, hardly alive |
| Tired of feeding pigs, you know I gotta survive |
| I can hear the bells from the underground |
| In a world that keeps on pushing me around |
| When their big balls don' t impress me anymore |
| When I' ve heard all their empty rhymes before |
| When the angels are calling for better times |
| Appolyon seems stronger on the other side |
| Hear the angels calling |
| Searching for the blind |
| Crown the queen of silence |
| Leave the sinking ship behind |
| The kids are knocking on my door |
| They just want more and more and more |
| But nothing really matters, no I left the banners on the floor |
| No, nothing really matters at all |
| Hear the angels calling |
| Searching for the blind |
| Crown the queen of silence |
| Leave the sinking ship behind |