But surely you'll forgive me after all I am your son.
Live to race thrill of the chase to me was all that mattered,
As we crash I hit the dash my baby face is shattered.
We are dead angels dead angels on ice.
Once upon a Tyne we stood in line
Minds so numb and bored.
Now we're lying still (always will),
Just chillin' in the morgue.
Kicking cans, little clans, windy streets, grey estates,
We earn our wings and pluck harp strings
Ramraiding through the Pearly Gates.
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"Dead Angels on Ice" as written by Graeme English
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