You walk around the town all day whenever you're not with me
All your grass is green 'til all the girls say it's not pretty
All this work has made you tired you think you can't do it
The twisted words of all the boys and girls have made you quit
All your youngest clients have already started smoking
They say the harshest things and then say that they're only joking
Wasted Little angel with your head beneath the sand
Gave up on putting beauty in these people's open hands
Wasted Little angel says that everything's too much
Now my little wasted angel's had enough
You sit on many benches, smoking, drowning in your pity
There are too many nasty souls that live around this city
You can't be like them, no it's your place to try and stop it
Like someone spilled their drink again and now you gotta mop it
All the kids you work with have all just discovered drinking
When they're in a shop alone you know what they are thinking
Play Chorus
Can't get back to heaven now, your conscience is not clean
You're stuck with all of us for now, you're on a different team
Admit you like it better here, it makes you feel alive
And when the people hurt you, yeah you love to sit and cry
Wasted little angel, with your head beneath the sand
Gave up on putting beauty in these people's open hands
Wasted little angel says that everything's too much
Now my little wasted angel's had enough
Now my little wasted angel's had enough