The Black Angel's Death Song

(Reed, Cale)

 The myriad choices of his fate
 Set themselves out upon a plate
 For him to choose
 What had he to lose

 Not a ghost bloodied country
 All covered with sleep
 Where the black angel did weep
 Not an old city street in the east
 Gone to choose

 And wandering's brother
 Walked on through the night
 With his hair in his face
 On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T.

 The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
 Until we said so long
 To his skull-shrill yell

 Shining brightly red-rimmed and
 Red-lined with the time
 Infused with the choice of the mind
 On ice skates scraping chunks
 From the bells

 Cut mouth bleeding razor's
 Forgetting the pain
 Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
 So you fly
 To the cozy brown snow of the east
 Gone to choose, choose again

 Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
 Where you come from
 The stools of your eyes
 Serve to realize fame, choose again

 And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
 For the loss of a horse
 Went the bowels and a tail of a rat
 Come again, choose to go

 And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
 Have your head bobbed and weaved
 Choose a side to be on

 If the stone glances off
 Split didactics in two
 Leave the colors of the mouse t
Don't scream, try between
 If you choose, if you choose, try to lose
 For the loss of remain come and start

 Start the game I che che che che I
 Che che ka tak koh
 Choose to choose
 Choose to choose, choose to go