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Rock and roll angels and barroom saints
Reliving your checkered pasts
Composing your Hallelujah chorus
tying memos to your tattered masts
Will you always be broke
choked on slivered dreams
with dumb luck and fat chance
as the constant features on your silver screen
Or will the seas part to that other land
Where things will get easier and youâll get a hand
How much more can they sell you
Sell you things that money canât buy
Can you believe a word they tell you?
Itâs the words they left out that left you this way
Those things that they forgot to say
When I was single I dressed so fine
My shoes did not squeak across the floor
I was led to the altar wearing black crinoline
Summer star as the evening began
Be good to the first for the last is much worse
They will turn you to dust in your grave
And the moon gives no light
Youâre traveling blind
Soon as your backâs turned
Youâre cursed and maligned
Like the book of Job in three quarter time
How much more can they sell you
Sell you things that money canât buy
Can you believe a word they tell you?
Itâs the words they left out that left you this way
Those things that they forgot to say
From less of an altar and more of a dashboard
More from the wand and less from the lord
Into your dreams weâll gather in flight
Hoist your song deep in the night
Rock and roll angels
so far from saints
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