Nothing

my angel clipped wings i know
wonders in darkness on grimey ground
in a forest unclean unsound
everything, everything's gone wild
make land for the cows to graze
leaflets scatter around to advertise sell out

a swamp in it hands stretched out
to catch a passing dime
donations to the rich widened
pavements for the poor
somewhere else to lie
but my friend the carriage door
stands slightly ajar
and i know clipped wings make uneasy flight
but we've got to reach