“He Hath Come To The Bosom Of His Beloved”
“Smiling On Him, She Beareth Him To Highest Heav’n”
“With Yearning Heart On Thee We Gaze O’ Gold Wing’d Messenger Of Mighty Gods”

Gold winged
Angel
Go home
Don’t tell
Anyone
What you are
You’re sacred
And they’re starved
And their art
Is gettin’ dark
And there you are
To tear apart
Tear apart, tear apart, tear apart

You better keep your head down
Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
Better keep your head down
Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down

They’re gonna tell you what you wanna hear
Then they’re gonna disappear
Gonna claim you like you a souvenir
Just to sell you in a year

You better keep your head down
Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
Keep your head down
Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
Better keep your head down-down
Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
Keep your head down-down
Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down

That’s good!