Angels above, they had told her
That she was so close to perfection
Of course they were wrong, she won’t need them
None of them will know about us
Maybe there’s something she’s missing
Something she cannot find out
There can be no other reason
That she will never be without a doubt
Angel’s going crazy, crazy
Is she angry? Maybe, maybe
Angel’s going crazy, crazy
We’re coming for her baby, baby
Crazy, crazy
The workshop’s alive with all life now
You always did brighten the show
We’ll get you out of this place some how
But her we will never know
Boris and I have been watching
Rooting for you all this time
And now when we stop the great angel
Never again will she get to shine
Angel’s going crazy, crazy
Is she angry? Maybe, maybe
Angel’s going crazy, crazy
We’re coming for her baby, baby
Crazy, crazy
Oh, you really think
I don’t know ‘bout you?
Oh, you really think
There’s nothing I can do?
I won’t let you go
There is no coming back
If there can only be one
Then I will be the last
Angel’s going crazy, crazy
Is she angry? Maybe, maybe
Angel’s going crazy, crazy
We’re coming for her baby, baby
Crazy, crazy
End the angel
