On the clifftop,
Of the blessed,
He flaps his elbows and he
Wears a dress,
Soon he's flying,
Over town,
He sees the floods, the fires, he laughs,
Turning to the clouds,
They called him weak and they were wrong,
Cause Angel knows where he belongs.
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Angels, angels,
Keep the angels off my back.
Angels, angels,
Keep the angels off my back.
So sue your baker,
Sue your tailor,
And your childhood sweetheart too,
And anyone who knows.
With wings of white and skin of blue,
Tomorrow belongs to you.
Angels, angels,
Keep the angels off my back.
I've got a message for you.
I've got a message for you,
All the tortured boys and girls,
Can go where he has gone.
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