Every Morning I wake up in the morning with the angels by my side. There’s sunshine in the valley and my eyes are open wide. ’Til the night finds me prowlin' and my good intentions fade away; then the demons come a callin’ like voices from the grave. I get to thinkin’ about my daddy, the hard way he lived and died; every night I’d hear him howlin’ and I’d be looking for a place to hide. Now the night finds me prowlin’ and all his sins are repaid: hear the demons come callin’ like voices from the grave. In my darkest hour, I stand abandoned. How it got to this I don’t know: underneath the bridge by the river, waiting for the angels to take me home. Now the night finds me prowlin’ and all my sins are repaid. Hear the demons come callin’ like voices from the grave. Thanks to Jay for vocals and guitar solo.