Too many angels near the ground They're buzzin' 'round like Lovely killer bees Little knick knack cherubs, Busy bodies, always Puttin' on the squeeze All those shrill celestial voices And a million phony Holy wills to please Our vain and pointless genuflections Block the heart's connection To our knees Yes I want you You're the only one I need I need you You're the only one that bleeds Sheets and feathers, tarnished halos Disguising all us Wingless, grounded saints They're either fallen or they're broken up Or a little bit too precious And quaint There's not enough glue to mend them all Not enough spackle And paint Always leaving much too early And predictably arriving Much too late They're tuned to amuse you And fill you with dread They're beneath your feet And over your head You see them hitch hiking And under your bed They hang around gift shops Pretending they're dead