somewhere a boy is running down the street
somewhere the air is smelling pretty darn sweet
dinner is cooking on an open flame
the sun is laughing as it flies away
out on the corner, waiting for a bus
random creatures on their way to the dust
the night is coming like a train on the tracks
poor little people start to fall in the cracks
Oh, they're falling into the ground
Oh, they're falling, they're falling down
Oh, their wings all cut and dried
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
Help me, baby
Help me
Help me, can't you see?
I need an angel who can make me see
I need an angel to set me free
that little bitch cisco brought his gun today
he waves it around and then he has his say
nobody will ever, ever understand
his secret identity and his master plan
well, the street lights are bathing the night
shoot them to pieces and fight the fight
let's get together and make a toast to the past
we'll drink to cisco with shards of glass
Oh, they're falling into the ground
Oh, they're falling, they're falling down
Oh, their wings all cut and dried
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
Help me, baby
Help me
Help me, can't you see?
I need an angel who can make me see
I need an angel to set me free
they say that heaven is behind a gate
if you can't find it that's just your fate
we've been driving for a million years
can't see the road on account of the tears
up ahead, wait, we got to slow it down
turn off the headlights, coast into town
a stranger smiles at the side of the road
better keep driving and stay out of the cold
we left cisco at the side of the road
Oh, they're falling into the ground
Oh, they're falling, they're falling down
Oh, their wings all cut and dried
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
Help me, baby
Help me
Help me, can't you see?
I need an angel who can make me see
I need an angel to set me free
somewhere a boy is running down the street
somewhere the air is smelling pretty sweet
dinner is cooking on an open flame
the sun is laughing as it flies away
out on the corner, waiting for a bus
random creatures on their way to the dust
the night is coming like a train on the tracks
poor little people start to fall in the cracks
poor little people start to fall in the cracks
poor little people start to fall in the cracks
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Image of young boy racing his shadow by mjs...the shot was taken near Elysian Park in Los Angeles.
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