From the Album ’Opera afterwards’
It always, turns to, sadness everything that I do
Spirit desert me and fly west
but the trademark still is protected, can not copy
all the Angels hold me now, while I cling to her holy grace
and I find there is no space
Shut up, start this off, rewind
every line of dignity is enveloped in hope
but the trademark still is protected, do not copy
all the Angels hold me now, while I cling to her holy grace
and I find there is no space
oh the trademark still is protected, do not copy f*** you
all the Angels hold me now, while I cling to her holy grace
and I find there is no space
Written 1995 Cousin Lee, Published Painting You © 1996