The Angels testo
rebel my love, some day we shall overcome
but the sickness bites hard, and yes the razor’s old
of their portions, rashes, surrender, kill every first-born son
we were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the name
heard voices laughing the spirit in the plight of the living dead
of course at the bottom of my glass made it clear what they had said
is death a song in the tinder box
the stone has turned away
i can’t remember god when i…
and i’m drunk all day
x x x x x x
before i leave you bring the demons out
your beauty seemed not to mind the fever
hung on the midwife’s jaw
we were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the name
heard voices laughing the spirit, and the plight of the living dead
i can’t remember god when i…
and i’m drunk all day
some said i was wrong to dream that way
i was wrong to dream that way
and some made light of death and sorrow
light of death and sorrow
but death is glory now
death is glory now
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