lyrics
You should thank your stars for the scruffy saviors
They never expected to be
They couldn't give you a virgin birth
They gave you an apostrophe
And every day you wonder why a couple of toughs should have bothered
No shower of gifts for the new arrival
No cigars for the father
And who wouldn't say that on that day the saints were outshone and shamed
Eating their words in cold confessions
What is not to love, what is not to love
What is not to love in these crazy angels
There's a din of whispers when they finally arrive
Cracking wise like the kids they are
Don't they know the wind-blown look that fits them
Won't get them in the door
To hell with all those self-made judges
Thinking that they mind the store
If there's any good left in the world it comes from those not keeping score
And when they speak up in that makeup and say things aren't how they should be
You know they've learned just what they're saying
Can I tell you the most beautiful tale I know
About the orphan and the ugly heroes
I'm damaged goods that only could have been saved
By the kindness of two strange strangers
credits
from
Crazy Angels, track
released 01 December 2011
Daryl Shawn - nylon-string guitar & vocals
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