Angels: He isn't in the garden Nor on the golden stair We searched beside the campground But we couldn't find him there You know He's very busy For
Let me be your lover boy Just wanna hold your hand Something we might both enjoy Can you understand Now I been waitin' for a long time For you to tell
Lord: Deep within my heart Still there glows an ember One golden dream that only I remember Long ago Blue, the deepest blue How it shown within me Greens
Martha (scaring the Devil a bit): Life has been good to me Got very few complaints so far Life has been good to me Hope you're as happy wherever you
Devil: There is a boulevard Where lonely people go When all their dreams have withered and died This is the place they go They bring their broken hearts
[Angel Rick, a British angel who always wears a flight jacket, in the Lord's office alone with pictures of prosperous Germans and Japanese and their
Marchers [inspiring fear in the crowd]: Oh, here we come There's a bold new spirit in the land Not from Spain, not from Rome But our own thing All that
Lord: In Ottawa, there is a custom Before the boy becomes the man He takes a drop of Northern courage And swears he'll do the best he can He swears he
Margaret: There's something in his eyes that I like And he's got this lazy little smile he stole from a movie he saw But I like him He's a momma's boy
Lord: Will you pass on over? Angels: Yes, Lord L: Will you all pass over? A: Yes, Lord L: Will you pass on over, and join the Lord? L: Will you pass
Lord (taking some kids on a Nature tour, including a little Chinese girl, who is standing apart from the rest): Relax, enjoy yourself You know it's only
Margaret: Close your eyes now little girl They don't want to hear you cryin' You never had a chance, you never had a chance It's a great big dirty world
say excuse me That's Mr. Faust's table you're sitting at Bodyguards: You can't sit there F: 'Scuse me sir That's Mr. Faust's chair your big ass is in
you and I don't know your name Margaret (speaking): It's Margaret. Faust: Margaret, do you love me? Margaret: No Faust: What was that? Margaret: No Faust
[Henry Faust on Easter Eve in South Bend, playing an electric guitar]: Faust: Sometimes you know that I think that I Will surely go insane Got suicide
Devil: Once knew a girl Her name was Barbara Cutest little muffin you have ever seen Livin' in St. Louis Chase Hotel Lord: I know the place D: And she