Nobody else here baby, no one here to blame.
No one to point the finger, its just you and me in the rain.
Nobody made you do it, no one put words in your mouth.
Nobody here taking orders when love took a train heading south.
It’s the blind leading the blonde.
It’s the stuff, the stuff of country songs.

Hey, If god will send his angels
And if god will send a sign
And if god will send his angels
Would everything be alright?

God has got his phone off the hook babe
Would he even pick up if he could?
It’s been a while since we saw that child hangin’ round this neighbourhood.
See His mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister’s eyes are a blister…the highstreet never looked so low

It’s the blind leading the blonde…
It’s the cops collecting for the cons
So where is the hope and where is the faith…and the love?
What’s that you say to me
Does love…light up your Christmas tree?
The next minute you’re blowing a fuse,
And the cartoon network turns into the news.

Hey, If god will send his angels
And if god will send a sign
And if god will send his angels
Where would we go?

Jesus never let me down
Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it’s hard to get in the door

It’s the stuff, it’s the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on

Hey If god will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if god will send his angels
Where do we go…?