God's only citizens Are teddy boys All of his angels Dressed in black leather He rides around In his popemobile Just enjoying the sky And beautiful weather
Give me some talent, Where I can run on Give me some money, Where I can live on
Sent me your blessing down Down in black butterflies Raining down, Raining down, down In silver and gold, Like a black gar coal statue Standing in the rain Its the fire, the search for the fire, And a prayer for the game
Send me some money Give me a loan Give me some profits Of your own, of your own
Still there ain't no words around That gives wings to these words No wonder welcome That answers my song
where is the fire of this game I don't know, I do know that
God's only citizens Are teddy boys And all of his angels Dressed in black leather He rides around In his popemobile Just enjoying the sky And beautiful weather
Send me a postcard From the top of your game Send me your blessing And I'll face up this pain
Say that I wouldn't, say that I won't Say that I shouldn't, say that I should Say that I couldn't, say that I can Please sent me a postcard And I know who I am
Send me some money I've gat nothing to run on Give me some talent So I can live on
But there's no prayer around That gives wings to these words, I'm a young man and far to eager to die Send me your blessing Of black butterflies
Where is the fire of this game No prayers around Lord, send me your blessings do.
