At last we meet again. Dear God, hear the angels sing. The funerals are nicer when we know you're there. When the angels sing. . Sometimes I try so hard to understand.
I was feelin' kinda beat. I decided to hit the streets. I was lookin' for a place. For this heart of mine. Well I said to myself. "Oh God this must be hell".
When I grow up, gonna be a star. Gonna sing my songs and play my guitar, Im ready. Gonna change the world, gonna turn the page. Gonna say what I feel, let out this rage, get ready.