Eric L. Richardson / EMU
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ANGELS
Got message from phone,
Said, you like have talk.
Called, nobody home,
Guess things got hot, hot.
You were a guest of the local Gestapo,
They said, “Don’t bother, you’d only be wasting time.”
“The stupid kid, he’s got Angels in his mind.”
You went big time,
hey, wait your turn, hey.
Took everyone’s lines,
Now your minds’ ruined.
You sit alone in a cell,
that’s your home now.
Gathering dust like a book,
that’s been so well read,
If not for Angels, boy would you be dead.
You were a guest of the local Gestapo,
They said, “Don’t bother, you’d only be wasting time.”
“The stupid kid, he’s got Angels in his mind.”
Angels in mind
Angels, Angels, Angels in mind
Angels, Angels, Angels in mind
©1980 Eric L. Richardson / EMU
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