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Fallen Angel

 

Child of mine sitting in the sun

I know what you will become

Not a tinker tailor, or a soldier sailor

Just another fallen angel

 

A hot house flower grown way too fast

You shone like a diamond but not made to last

A childhood lost in a strange decay

Infected and injected in every possible way

 

What chance did you have with all those lies

‘You’re no good’ rang the mantra in their cries

Now the sorrow of the past is poised ready to strike back

With needles flowing from a black cadilac

 

Political men grasping at your beauty again

Peddling their wares in repackaged pain

Looking for love in a chemical reaction

A body sold to give them all a piece of the action

 

Child of mine sitting in the sun

What is it that you’ve become

A shadow that hangs upon the wall

The world has bled you dry and taken it all

The world has bled you dry and taken it all

The world has bled you dry and taken it all