The Golden Years (British India)

It makes me nervous and I know why This secret service this dead end guy And ever since I was a young man I've been waiting for right now Take off your name tag, push through the crowd I haven't seen you in months and months Been snorting diamonds and stealing cars And every time I see you these days It feels like we have never met I can't remember, I can't forget It's the angel complication You've got to get there your own way man, Then you've just got to do it again It's the angel being questioned You've got to get there your own way man, Then you've just got to do it again I think about you now and then These golden years that we're drowing in We'll spend our whole lives trying to get to a place We don't want to be Take off your t-shirt, lie next to me It's the angel complication You've got to get there your own way man, Then you've just got to do it again It's the angel being wasted Reminding me once again, that I have no freinds I'm alone and I'll end up as dead as everyone else It's the angel complication You've got to get there your own way man, Then you've just got to do it again It's the angel on the pavement She sings a song that lasts forever But I hate to remember I forget as hard as I can