On the clifftop
Of the blessed
He flaps his elbows and he
Wears a dress
Soon he's flying
Over town
He sees the floods, the fires, he laughs
Turning to the clouds
They called him weak and they were wrong
Cos Angel knows where he belongs
Angels, angels
Keep the angels off my back
Angels, angels
Keep the angels off my back
So sue your baker
Sue your tailor
And your childhood sweetheart too
And anyone who knows
With wings of white and skin of blue
Tomorrow belongs to you
Angels, angels
Keep the angels off my back
I've got a message for you
I've got a message for you
All the tortured boys and girls
Can go where he has gone
Angels, angels
Keep the angels off my back
Angels, angels
Keep the angels off my back