Too Many Angels, Not Enough Devils

Two doors over you would be until they close. It's a crime. Just down the

road from her house is everything someone else has made. Too many angels

and not enough devils. Said no one could count it on a

stairwell. Never, never end. 'Cause

I've been shown into my bed

and it all gone out of hand. And dear old man,

he won't fall for it. He can't stand. You don't know

what you don't know until I say. You won't know. All the things