Fallen Angel - Mark 'Oh

You were so very soft to touch

You laughed so much

You heart so big so kind

You were so very meek and mild

The loving child

But now you’ve blown your mind

The spoon is always up your nose

Where champagne flows

You think you’re some one now

As bag of joy is all you need

The dealer’s greed

Will be your final bow

My fallen angel

Could you really fly?

Fallen angel

Now you’re flying high

Fallen angel

Could you really fly?

So who’ll be there to break your fall?

Who will you call?

To mend your broken wings

The dirt beneath you fingernails

Tells all the tales

Of what the turkey brings

You’re walking on the wild side

Legs open wide

Who’s next to pay the bill

Columbia as far away

But not today

The gutter has the pill

‘Chorus'