I heard you had a voice like an angel.
I heard a strange tale.
about a saint that fell.
Music became jail.
These bars, I hear you rap
and I'm woven the beats like the clothing of sheep wolves track spin them
DJs, CDs, C-Notes, Gs thrown on Ds will be king like tea.
I hope I heard you even sang when you spoke the emotion you evoke.
you choke when your beauty struck a vocal cord broke boatless dove overboard look
upon the ocean caught your reflection before the lords i heard you had a voice like an
angel strange though you were blinded by the light shining from your own halo
fell off sort of like a rainbow when heaven watched your fake glow fade slow i heard
you had a voice like an angel.
I heard that fame's a killer that can murder great princes like Kurt Cobain singing per
rain from a distance hope home ain't a virtual game nor this cursed place earth where the dollars in the
Karma don't circulate.
The world's a stage, and you know this play well.
Gee, I bet you even know how it ends.
pray tell had a voice like an angel.
Now you scored the drama scenes, the comedies, the
fact we enact what you want to be had some old songs still stuck in your memory distorted though
So you sort of reassembled melodies and fine-tuned and turned them into single after single in this industry
you built so sinfully simple for you to write because the song is what your life was destiny
stars as their light must fight dust with sparks of brilliance to ignite us and of all the billions of stars you were by far the brightest i heard you had a voice like
Like an angel Now it's just a light hush
Everybody's eyes on charts and schedules and the trends, trying to stack gold bars
and metals.
They want vessels void and dark as space.
Fools want to make stars instead of music.
the smart or special because art at a level that's real can be harder to peddle.
Business perverse, a market that settles for second rate.
Kill the true artists, martyr the rebels.
That's the system and it's straight from the heart of the devil.
See, merchants of dreams sold their souls, eyes wide shut, passing the buck.
To purchase a pass To buy stuff Working in the circus Get hired up To walk over Have knots On a tight rope Tied up in my gut It's
delicate balance, developing talent into persons that we worship.
Yo, it's a hell of a challenge.
I heard you had a voice like an angel that don't really sing no more, but you still run in the
gang so if we don't behave like them they call us crazy and if we won't slave
them.
They call us lazy.
Lately, I've started to see why you hate me.
Hearing this voice in my
be painful to the ears, but for years you had a voice like a
Haters and they call you crazy And if you won't stay for them
Last.
your mind turn it into a prison and lock you inside
Well, I say.
don't behave as them they call you crazy and if you won't slave
Blast.
Turn it into a prison.
Knock you inside.
voice like
Smile for them.
Smell fun.
Smile for the camera.
We'll be ready.
Women will smile for the camera while we make conversation.
Millions mouthful
Spafford.
