Текст Elvis Depressedly – Chariot

The chariot swung too low
Hit the ground and spiraled out of control
I saw an angel dashed on rocks and snow
Now dying of a broken spine

The chariot swung too low
People gathered round to take photos
And tell their stories to the evening news
While their children rot in a classroom

The chariot swung too low
Last night I met the antichrist’s publicist he
Told me that «a manger is for feeding pigs»
And someday my songs would «make me famous»

The chariot swung too low
And crying out in a final breath
I saw the angel turning wild on death they
Must not have accepted jesus yet