My Angel! Clipped Wings, I Know. Wanders in Darkness, On Grimy Ground. In a Forest, Unclean, Unsound. Everything, Everything's Gone Wild. Make Land For the Cows to Graze, Leaflets Scatter Around to Advertise. Sellout.... A Swamp, in It Hands Streched Out To Catch a Passing Dime. Donations to the Rich, Widened Opavements For the Poor, Somewhere Else to Lie. But My Friend the Carriage Door Stands Slightly Ajar, And I Know Clipped Wings Make Uneasy Flight, But We've Gotta Reach! A Place Where the Feast Never Ends, When the Music Celebrates. In a Time When Darkness Belongs To Night's Skies And Nothing Else. Tomorrow My Spirit's Seen, Fears Today My Mind, Soul Aches to Deep, Always Craves My Body to Reach A Place Where the Feast Never Ends A Moment When the Music Celebrates And a Time Where Darkness Belongs to Night's Skies And Nothing Else!