Open your palms, let me read you
It is hard these days to take a man's
Word for what it is, fearing short-change
When angels walk the earth with blonde hair
With gold chain worn that dangle glim
Shim-erring to create a persona, pink glasses
Charisma would come so easy with charm
It is to be expected to be ordained
And be a hope to the world
Walk on paths, where the soul of the masses
Stand in need to bring light and say
I am of flesh but of angel make
I am an angel of man
To walk this earth and be celebrated
At death; tomb stones with poetry
And charity names inscribed
This is for the angels
That walked the earth
I saw a horn grow out of his skull
And wings as white as snow
With dirt corrupt and burns like the devils
Did we allow the devil to walk
Free amongst us, only to claim
He was the devil in person after death
To stone a grave and uproot a tombstone
On mob attack from the masses
Not from the victims but you spectators
Who jumped on the band wagon
I knew this, I knew that
I knew of Jimmy Savile and said nothing
All this while, shame on you
All this while and said nothing
Only to jump on the bandwagon today
