Falling Angles

I'm doing things I don't want to do
I have a job I don't want to do
Live in a place I don't want to be, yeah
The more I put in the less I get out
I drive a car but I want to walk
I start to scream when I want to talk
There's beauty 'round me but I cannot see, man
The more I put in the less I get out

I would be one of those fallen angels
If I could say what's good for you
I'm not one of those fallen angels
I don't even know what's right for me

Feel like wasting time when I'm with my friends
Sometimes I have wet nervous hands
And then I feel like I'm in a wrong place, man
I want to speed up, I know time's running out
If I had money I would be free
I can do my job like it's a hobby
And in the mirror I'd see a happy face, man
I need to speed up, I know time's running out

I would be one of those fallen angels
If I could say what's good for you
I'm not one of those fallen angels
I don't even know what's right for me

I would be one of those fallen angels
If I could say what's good for you
I'm not one of those fallen angels
I don't even know what's right for me

I'm not one of those
I'm not one of those
I'm not one of those angels
I'm not one of those
I'm not one of those
I'm not one of those angels
I'm not one of those
I'm not one of those
I'm not one of those angels

I'm not one of those
I'm not one of those
I'm not one of those angels