climbed the ladder knocked on several doors
tried to flatter our gracious lord
now, I am just a fallen angel with soiled wings
living with the dirt that falling brings
Chorus:
give it all up and move on down
gotta give it all up, this holy ground
there will always be a mean little devil in me
was so honest, so divine and nice
always hiding to avoid a fight
I often tried to play the martyr and pay my dues
don't see any wafers at this barbeq
Chorus
even on the groundfloor
things can be so heavenly
Chorus
