Christmas at the Fallen Angel Lounge

Written by CA Roth and Steve Brooks 2012

It was Christmas at the Fallen Angel Lounge.
Hark and Harold were just turning up the sound,
And Gabriel sounded sharp,
Just blowing on his harp,
Playing, “Angel Flying Too Close To the Ground.”

 She was sitting underneath the Christmas lights,
And Lord, he thought that lady was a sight.
Could She be a little thirsty?
might be lookin’ for some mercy
From some angel who could buy another round,
On Christmas at the Fallen Angel Lounge.

Chorus

At the Fallen Angel Lounge
They’re hanging up their wings
At the Fallen Angel Lounge
They’re slipping off their rings
Where less-than-perfect strangers
Steal away to neon mangers –
Lost souls just looking to be found
On Christmas at the Fallen Angel Lounge.

So he met her underneath the mistletoe.
Said, “I’m Joseph. But you can call me Joe.
I grew up right here in Dallas,
And I’d love to fill your chalice,
While you tell me all the sorrow that you drown
On Christmas at the Fallen Angel Lounge.” 

So they ordered up another couple Diet Cokes and Crown,
and they danced and painted red that tinsel town.
Went strolling hand in hand
Into a Winter Wonderland
To a Holiday Inn to lay each other down
 Merry Christmas! from the Fallen Angel Lounge 

Chorus

If you had not’ve fallen, I would not have found you,
On Christmas at the Fallen Angel Lounge.