Angel wings carry me Show me the things I can't see Why am I here at all Angels sing Comfort me Help to end this suffering Why am I here at all In this
out (gunshot) then only the stranger stands Could of sworn Bobby's blood formed the shape of an angel's wings But for what? [Chorus:] Afro Angel, born
out (gunshot) then only the stranger stands Could of sworn Bobby's blood formed the shape of an angel's wings But for what? Chorus: Afro Angel, born
'S A RAP GROUP! [Mom] Well I'll leave these here and eat them if you... [Jorma] FINE! [Andy] GO TO HELL, MOM! She's an angel on earth with invisible wings
angel's wings But for what? Afro Angel, born against the world You don't have to sell your soul and throw away your pride Afro Angel, sent from Heaven
sin and strife The world has suffered long Beneath the blessed angel strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong O hush the noise ye men of strife
they tears? That stained your concrete face for years The crying, weeping, shedding strife Year after year, life after life An air of freshly broken ground A concrete angel
Winged Black Creatures slew the angels (up so) high. To build the Hall of Battle and to live in Eternal Strife Flittermice come forth from the
series pickups and rusted out cars And they're eating breakfast at the strip bar Just to have a peek And the beer soaked angels spread their wings And
him right up to stardom on the wings of the great speckled bird. Hank Thomson is a country music legend He sang western swing and songs of grief and strife
for dead Left to life Will you overcome the circle strife The skeletons in your closed world awaits the angel of a world that burns The dream begins
plaintive ring, And ever over its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long; Beneath the Angel
. The world in solemn stillness lay, To hear the angels sing! Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long, Beneath the angel strain
time yet to come Your clock is ticing by your dream-drum left for dead Left to life Will your overcome the circle strife [4.] The skeletons in your closet world awaits the angel
and subside I am withering life Angel carry me through trauma and strife For i am dying faith in love, hope, and life Carry me in the comfort of angelic wings
rain or are they tears? That stained your concrete face for years Crying, weeping, shedding strife Year after year, life after life A narrow freshly broken ground A concrete angel
