Dirty, cold and scared
In a world gone mad
No angel seems to care
No angel seems to care Will they ever tell stories about me>
Or ever do TV shows about me?
Will I rise like the sun in the morning?
Or will I fall on my face, flat and broken? Will I ever be alone, mama?
Will I ever be forgotten?
Will they carve my name in stone, papa?
Or refer my name to nothing? Oh, this is love
Like you've never seen
In your magazine
On your TV screen Will they ever tell stories about me>
Or ever do TV shows about me?
Will I rise like the sun in the morning?
Or will I fall on my face, flat and broken? Will I ever be alone, mama?
Will I ever be forgotten?
Will they carve my name in stone, papa?
Or refer my name to nothing? CARVE MY NAME!
.........IN STONE!!