The loosers are the winners
The saints are the sinners
Keep falling, keep falling
He demands and you deliver
Keep calling, keep calling
Trough the night shall all wash away
All the horrors of the day
And a little angel on my side
Tries to make it all worthwhile
And with a little beauty in my bed
I still wish that I was dead
And the little angel on my side
So keep praying, keep praying
That what lies ahead of us
We'll be obeying, obeying