Goldwing

He hath come to the bosom of his beloved Smiling on him She beareth him to highest Heav’n With yearning heart On thee we gaze O’ gold wing’d messenger of mighty gods Gold winged angel Go home don’t tell Anyone what you are You’re sacred and they’re starved And their art is gettin’ dark And there you are to tear apart Tear apart tear apart tear apart You better keep your head down Da-da-down-down da-da-down-down Better keep your head down Da-da-down-down da-da-down-down They’re gonna tell you what you wanna hear Then they’re gonna disappear Gonna claim you like a souvenir Just to sell you in a year You better keep your head down Da-da-down-down da-da-down-down Better keep your head down Da-da-down-down da-da-down-down Better keep your head down Da-da-down-down da-da-down-down Keep your head down Da-da-down-down da-da-down-down That’s good!