The strong man, he will kneel down. Whilst angels strip him of cloak and crown. Through bitter lips comes vile breath. He is the last one to confess. .
Oh, the sky gray orange an' the walls stained blue. An' I laid right down on the golden satin with you. Into sween dark circles of beautiful eyes. I go round, oh Lord, I go round.
I seen ya in your red room laughin'. With your shinin' coffee can. So many wrongs all kinds a goin's on. Held my head an ran. . But I hid and did a bit more lookin'.
I'm diggin' you a shallow grave. And to the sun your face, I'll raise. I'm diggin' you a shallow grave. One hundred buzzards buzzin'. . I seen death hangin' from the tallest tree.
There ain't nothin' that isn't in my way. An' like the fool I am for my own gain I pray. You say you found, a way back inside my closet. Ol' bones upon bones an' joints upon sockets.
I've grown tired. Of the words of the single man. Hangin' lifeless on his every word. O no man. . You don't understand dear man. The little angel held out her hand.