And are those real angels in the magazines? Oh, is there a heaven? You'd know now you've been Are those real stars that hang in the sky? Or are they man-made, a trick of the light? Amen, amen, amen And is there a God up there? So, where does He hide? 'Cause the devil is raging inside my mind And is there a moment when it all makes sense? When saying goodbye, doesn't feel like the end? Amen Amen Amen, amen Sometimes I can't help blaming You For leaving me here, what am I supposed to do? There's plenty of women, there's drink and there's drugs But we both know that won't be enough 'Cause I see You in the daytime, and I hear You at night There's a pale imitation burnt in my eyes I don't wanna be here, I don't know what to do Sometimes I'd rather be dead At least then I'm with You Amen, amen Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen