Amongst my city walks the Angel of Death
Pop Corn, is being scored amongst the best
Friends around me are dropping like flies
The pipes they are smoking are whispering to them bye
Echo's fly in and out of their heads
How many scores, before they are dead
Angel's stand by calling your names
Whispering old folks talk of your shame
Stealing and cheating has become their game
For my friends they have no shame
Today I wish to laugh and call your name
Only yesterday, your Angel of Death came
 
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