This is an obsession, a kind of agression with himself
It's the way he'll always be
He loves to rebel to go against his ten commandments
For him, that's just being free.

And he always will, get his thrills, the only way he knows how
Well it might make you frown
But he does the love, of being that dove, roaming where he cares to go
A state of mind which no-one knows

Over there stands my angry angel
And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me
Yeah over there stands my angry angel
And he's frowning like hell, but I'm not feeling guilty

Over and over again, more and more for the pain
To release himself, from this shell
Time after time, you may glare at
Him for the way he looks like something drawn up from hell

But that's just his cover
From what is under it
All his imagination and his
Passion for a creation
Which he has discovered,
Uncovered a world, of
Amazing sensations
His own little nation

Over there stands my angry angel
And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me
Over there stands my angry angel
And he's frowning like hell, but I'm not feeling guilty

(I don't care) (x11)

Over there stands my angry angel
And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me
Over there stands my angry angel
And he's frowning like hell, but I'm not feeling guilty

Over there stands my angry angel
And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me
Over there stands my angry angel
And he's frowning like hell, but I'm not feeling guilty

I'm not feeling guilty
I'm not feeling guilty
I'm not feeling guilty
Cuz I dont care.

I'm not feeling guilty
I'm not feeling guilty
I'm not feeling guilty
Cuz I dont care.