Sending An Angel To Hell

The voice on the telephone sounds awful angry And somehow it doesn't fit in With the face in the picture I keep on my dresser Of the girl I once called my best friend We drank from the fountain of good times and dreamin' But these lawyers have poisoned the well And as our love is dyin' they're makin' a killin' On heartaches and furniture sales And the line between evil and good disappears And now it's so hard to tell Am I shakin' a demon that's after my soul Or sendin' an angel to hell? Am I right or is she right or are we both wrong? Or is it even about that at all? As heaven is fadin' we're fightin' and fussin' And the devil's just havin' a ball And the line between evil and good disappears And now it's so hard to tell Am I shakin' a demon that's after my soul Or sendin' an angel to hell?