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Lyrics
Black Angels laughing in the city streets Street toys scream in pain and clench their teeth The moonlight spotlights all the city crime Got no religion, Laugh while they fight Save our souls for the heavens For a life so good it sure feels bad Save our souls for the heavens Save our souls for the promised land Sweet tarts play the game and shoot to thrill Runnin free through the trash, dressed to kill The midnight show-stoppers, it's a funny money game A hundred thousand bleeding hearts, put us in our graves Save our souls for the heavens For a life so good it sure feels bad Save our souls for the heavens Save our souls for the promised land It s been the hard road, edge of an overdose No matter how high you re still too low I've been the dancer, the wicked romancer It's a never-ending nightmare, edge of disaster
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