Halo Songtext
von Howlite

Your halo
Is slipping down your face now
Let it go
It′s bent right out of shape now

A pound, a pint of dynamite
Is bound to keep you up all night
But make you glow
So show me how to patch you up
When morning comes and it's just no fun anymore
The story of my life is not exceptional
I think I might read it again
And if I could just have my say
I hope you′d let me have my wicked way again

Your halo
Is slipping down your face now
Let it go
It's bent right out of shape now


My 36 and 26 are broken
And those drops and sticks they stern fine
It should be alright on the night
But if there's problems we won′t cry
We′ll patch things up

My head, my heart, and my guitar
They seem to think they've come so far
So prove me wrong

You′re knocking in these walls
'Cause you can′t stand the sight of your own plight
So take it back

Your halo
Is bent right out of shape now
Let it go
It's slipping down your face now

You′re no angel, how's that come?
You're such a happy Mr. Man
It won′t be long now, Mr. Strong
Before the weight of this world
Becomes too much to take
Your cheap side fake
And I′ve just said enough, I think
Just think you good and proper now


Your halo
Is bent right out of shape now
I should know
But I wish I was mistaken
Hell is yours
It's all left for the taking
I′m sure
You're hell′s angel in the making

Your halo
Is bent right out of shape now