Song Description

A man's Guardian Angel becomes corrupted by earthly delights, they switch places.

Lyrics

How did I wind up with such a loser?
you're about as much help as a migraine
I really hate to wake you up especially when you're so hungover
but this may be my one chance to reach you when you're slightly sober

wake up
god, you look like death
you've got to get out of bed
why is it always seven o'clock in the afternoon
what do you think you're doing
you're supposed to fear to tread there
Guardian Angel

you're not quite the model that I ordered
I just can't seem to keep you out of trouble
cause every time I look for you you're running after some blonde nymphette
or I'll find you on some bar stool drinking till you're ultraviolet

wake up
god, you look like death
you've got to get out of bed
why is it always seven o'clock in the afternoon
what do you think you're doing
staggering in at 4:00 a.m.
Guardian Angel

I guess you try I know you mean well
do you know why, they say that good intentions pave the road to hell

and one day when the stars have turned against me
and my feet are slipping from beneath me

don't forget your promise that if I call you'll be always near me
though I doubt (are you listening) I doubt if you will ever even hear me

wake up
god, you look like death
you've got to get out of bed
don't you remember you said you would never
fail me if I needed you here now is the hour I do
wake up are you with me still wake up can you hear me
you're watch is stopped it's seven o'clock in the afternoon
what did think your're you're proving we're a long way from heaven
guardian angel