the harsh truth

alright I admit I couldn't figure it out myself
thats why I wrote those that knew an angel
when he was just life cards delt
you gotta admit though the clues to save were all there
he died in the city
and two notes to his widow
yet showed two that were their
it was a great try for a holy ghost
the clues to save from terrorist's
almost had prepared we boast
and swearing Londons gonna be useless in
preventing trouble was true
no matter how great was the kingdom
the world yet was fooled
I shouldn't have been forced to change my mind
syringes and a hypnotist
didn;t do me a favor in my lfe line
a songbook sale I tried
 should have questioned why I needed to work a certain artist of to try
should be twenty three years
never out of my honey bunny
and my house with mother to love
should yet be my lifeline left with before the dove
sorry I couldn't help powering London shall do what needs to be done
I  could only power American's
cause thats what I was born of
could only prevent escaping London
with American work did to make it done
preventing death cults isn't easy
and make us all victims
isn't how to run
what man would wanna be helped out of his house
and his girlfriend he loves
I'd wager not a one