No angels
At the back door
There are no good vibes
There is nothing to share
It's the bad way
All way through the back door
It makes life look like ghost
The scent of decay and bad smell
No angels
Coming out to listen
They take a break
Somewhere at the waterfall
And the back door
The bad keep walking in
Laughing and smiling
Going out with the loot
No angels
The bad way
The golden lights stay dim
Shining low at the waterfall
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