Face of an Angel

Thunder and lightning

And a handful of dust

Filled with awe and wonderlust

Born in the desert under a moon that wanes

Hatched on a rock in the devil's rain

I can make it easy

I can make it hard

Shuffle up that deck boy

And play your best card

Shifty fingers, icy hands

I see my baby's made other plans

I smell trouble like cheap talking wine

She made love like a capital crime

The face of an angel for all of my sins

She had me do unspeakable things

She gonna take you down, down, down

She gonna bury you six feet underground

Thunder and lightning

And a handful of dust

Filled with awe and wonderlust

Born in the desert under a moon that wanes

Hatched on a rock in the desert rain

A tsunami of swagger walked through the door

With a barbeque gun and a bandy whore

I smell trouble like a rat without a tail

Or a Quireboy who's singing just out on bail

The face of an angel for all of my sins

She had me do unspeakable things

She gonna take you down, down, down

She gonna bury you six feet underground

Thunder and lightning

And a handful of dust

Filled with awe and wonderlust

Born in the desert under a moon that wanes

Hatched on a rock in the desert rain