how can i be what you want me to be,
when there's nothing left here for me...
but a man in the rain, screaming, crying in pain,
saying "my god we've gone insane..."

(chors 1 and 2)
and he killed my own angel
with his hand on the gun
and he took my unborn baby son
and he took my only angel
like his son on the cross
and he took mine to balance the loss

don't keep me around, i won't be no one's clown,
and you won't hear me make a sound...
when i leave this black earth, i'll retire to the
dirt,
and shed all my pain and hurt...

(chorus)

now i stand face to face with saint peter at the gates
and my boy's safe in that golden place...
then a goat-footed man drags me down by the hand,
and whispers that this was his plan...

and i lost my own angel in a black hurricane,
and no one but me is to blame...
and i'll watch my own angel from my cage down below,
remembering that i let him go, remembering that i let
him go