Gnashing Teeth Where

We Once Saw Only Smiles

And Claws That Draw Pain

Where Glad Hands Were Extended

Already Gone Are The People That Wander

With Hands Cupped To 'er Ears

Hear Brothers That Spite Them

And See Unfriendly Faces

And Bullets Will Strike Them

But Offer Their Backs While

A Pistol Lies Waiting



There Are Angels

They Are Angels

Who See Angels

All Around Them