My Angel, clipped wings I know
Wanders in darkness, on grimy ground
In a forest, unclean, unsound
Everything, everything's gone wild
Make land for the cows to graze
leaflets scatter around to advertise
Sellout
A swamp, in it hands streched out
To catch a passing dime
Donations to the rich
Widened opavements for the poor
Somewhere else to lie
But my friend the carriage door
Stands slightly ajar
And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight
But we've gotta reach
A place where the feast never ends
When the music celebrates
In a time when darkness belongs
To night skies and
Nothing else
Tomorrow my spirit's seen
Fears today my mind
Soul aches to deep
Always craves my body to reach
A place where the feast never ends
A moment when the music celebrates
And a time when darkness belongs
To night skies and
Nothing else

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