The clocks of the world are evil in their design
Our days of wine and song never came
And calendars map the places we've never been
So call us the Unlucky Ones
We walk under ladders as a matter of course
Jump on every crack we can find
Thirteen a day if we get half a chance
So call us the Unlucky Ones
I know, I know you're dying to be free
Come out and dance awhile
Out in the black cat infested night
We dance on ledges and spires
With losers and liars
We don't have a thing to fear
The Thrill of it all
Is we've got nothing to lose
We
Distorted Angel
Strange things seem to occur, somewhere behind the nursery door
Though I was just a bit of a kid, it was the bit that she was looking for
Now I don't know where to begin confessing
The way she's making me feel it can't be a sin
I was taught to believe you were looking down on everyone
And your benevolent face is beautiful to gaze upon
Now I just don't know who to tell to go to hell
Who put the old devil in the distorted angel?
Distorted Angel
Pure illuminated sweetness
Frightening small children is just about your only weakness
I thought that you would tell me what I'm living for
But I can't see you anymore
I don't know what we did but I'm sorry if it made you cry
And if there's any justice at all I'd be punished for it I'd surmise
It will mark the spot very well where I fell
Under the shadow of the distorted angel
Beneath the shadow of the distorted angel
Below the shadow of the distorted angel
Angel
Beneath the shadow of the distorted angel
Below the shadow of the distorted angel
Angel