Righteous Angel

An army of holy cavaliers that's in the midst of Babylon
Withheld from the wine of fornication as they were intent to carry on
Into the dawn of battle drawn hysteria as women mourned
They just rode like Avalon's on chariots in battle zones

Men laid like bedsheets on cornerstones in country homes
Authorities that may look on like novices with starter drones
Blood shed like butter spread my brother seen his brother dead
Depression hangs like dry cleaning all this on my mother's head

Oh we got another here he died right off of Folsom Street
An angel's trying to kill me I can't seem to get him off of me
They must do this often because I have one on me as well
I should let him kill me just to take me right up out this hell

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