The eventide Has come again To tell me I Should leave by ten I've got my keys Clutched in my hands Could be a knife I tell myself If I had shoulders broad like yours I'd be a man I'll drink in honor of us two Mr. Barman An Angel Shot me An Angel Shot me An Angel Shot me An Angel Shot me The corner hides What my own mind Imagines as My last goodbye If I had shoulders broad like yours I'd be a man I'll drink in honor of us two Mr. Barman An Angel Shot me An Angel Shot me An Angel Shot me An Angel Shot me I don't want to go out I just want to see you crawling I don't want to go out I just want to see you crawling Crawling An Angel Shot me An Angel Shot me An Angel Shot me An Angel Shot me