HannaH*s Field: Music
Angel Land
(HannaH*s Field)
The trees are falling down and the malls are growing in their place
Today the air is free for you and me. But pretty soon we’ll have to pay
The streets are filling fast and there’s no more room for solitude
Sex is everywhere but condoms are rare. The govt locks up the nude
Chorus
Angel angel won’t you land. Cause we are slipping through God’s hand.
Through his hand.
The sun is getting hot and the cancer burning burning through
Money is our God. Religons have been robbed. It’s time for Mars lets move.
The music’s losing meaning. It used to heal and lift our souls
Girls are selling pop licking lollipops. Soon they’ll be no rock n roll.
Angel angel won’t you land. Cause we are slipping through God’s hand.
Through his hand.
Look for spirit for laughter. Look for spirit. Look for spirit for laughter.
And pray to divine that you will learn to hear it. It . spirit hear it spirit hear it
Angel angel won’t you land. Cause we are slipping through God’s hand.
Through his hand.