Rain
Like tin angels falling
Down
Like a mission and we'reHalfway there
From some old dried up
Fried forgotten town
WhyWon't they let us be ourselves
With our potential we
Could toe the line
And show the bastards upWith our divine
Light
Seize
All the records from the pastHold for ransom all the artifacts
This ragged town protects
Them to the last
With liesSee them running heading
Homeward to Seattle
Deem
All the liars in your tribeTo be the fires on the
Western side
Of some old front we call
The war of artRain
Like tin angels falling
Down
Like a mission and we'reHalfway there
From some old dried up
Fried forgotten town
From some old dried upFried forgotten town
To some old dried up fried
Forgotten
Town
Songwriters
WOZNIAK, JOHN K.Published by
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