The cigarette smoke chokes, the coffee is weak Only empty faces on this endless street On a sorrow trip to the promised land Giving up all hope stuck in sinking sand The grass is greener on the other side But the honey is sweeter on saturday nights There' s gotta be some hope before I die Because the truth is the truth or the truth is surely a lie Hear the angels calling Searching for the blind Crown the queen of silence Leave the sinking ship behind When I reach the bottom, hardly alive Tired of feeding pigs, you know I gotta survive I can hear the bells from the underground In a world that keeps on pushing me around When their big balls don' t impress me anymore When I' ve heard all their empty rhymes before When the angels are calling for better times Appolyon seems stronger on the other side Hear the angels calling Searching for the blind Crown the queen of silence Leave the sinking ship behind The kids are knocking on my door They just want more and more and more But nothing really matters, no I left the banners on the floor No, nothing really matters at all Hear the angels calling Searching for the blind Crown the queen of silence Leave the sinking ship behind