The Observer

I'm an angel in disguise watching the world

I'm a weary wanderer with sleepy eyes

The world has gone wrong in so many ways

See the wicked prosper in a predatory fashion

They're gonna steal the last single bit of freedom

They're gonna hunt down the radical poets and kill them

And I'm not sure if it's part of a wicked masterplan

But I'm getting out of here before the xxxx hits the fan, that's right

Watching half the world taking all they can

While the other half are left with empty hands

The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in

Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin

Life and death lies in the power of a few

Too much of what's given is lost in transition

Them little greedy hands pile up another cold stash, what else could they do?

It's in the weakness of man I guess, but that's no consolation

Watching half the world taking all they can

While the other half are left with empty hands

The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in

Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin

I'm a lonely angel on the boulevard

Tryin' to speak your language but it's getting harder

Any act of kindness doesn't go down well around here, does it?

It may be out of fashion, I just couldn't tell

Watching half the world taking all they can

While the other half are left with empty hands

The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in

Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin

Any gospel written is a serious threat - and the alternative truths from any dissident

Any questions asked that will start you thinkin' are the steps of a nu-world in the making

I'm an angel in disguise watching this world

I'm a weary wanderer who has seen too much

The world has turned it's back on God

For pride and profit and deranged obsessions

While the overweight keep dying of heartattacks

The junk food chains provide the sticks and stones

Still those haunting images just keep coming back

I see the Kids of Africa are just skin and bone

The devil dogs select the major target

Now panic spreads, we fear the next attack

Now 50 killed in the London market

They'll find a scapegoat soon and start firing back

I'm an angel in disgust and I'm watching your world

I'm a weary wanderer and a tortured soul

Just one of the helpless who watch this chaos

While the firearm merchants celebrate the riots

They're gonna steal your last single bit of freedom

They're gonna hunt down the lost unfaithful and kill them

They've abused the power their God once gave'em

Make no mistake, 'cause I'm not one of them

Make no mistake, 'cause I'm not one of them