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’