where's my angel Lyrics

Footsteps echo on the marble tile

The stone white statues and the holy bible

The stained glass windows tell the life

Of a man who walked the lonely mile

With a crucifix and a crown of thorns

He was cursed to die on the day he was born

And the nails go deep and they hang him high

Up on the cross looking into the sky

The tears drip down on the bloody ground

And the women weep without a sound

He starts talking to himself he yells out

Where's my angel

The angels don't come down anymore

With a little white cap and ruby ring

On the finger of the hand waving to the crowd

Sticking out the top of the limousine

With the bulletproof glass and the fbi

They run alongside in their suits and ties

And on the corner up ahead is some little guy

In a raincoat in the middle of July

Got a cardboard box with everything he owns

And when the stretched-out-chrome-polished-white limousine rolls on by

He just smiles and he gives them the peace sign and he yells out

Where's my angel

The angels don't come down anymore

And the cheap talk shows and the crap tv

Putting on a circus we all can see

Daddy is the one in the hunter's cap

And when momma came home he was taking a nap with the neighbor's son

He says that's ok and they all start fighting about what the bible says

And someone in the back starts waving their hands

And the jaw flapping host just gotta run back there

Get a nice tight shot on camera number 3

'Cause everybody back home is just dying to see

And the woman jumps up and she cries, she yells, screams out, she says

Where's my angel

The angels don't come down anymore