Busted angel with tattooed eyes
Sparks falling out of his head
Riding his horse through a twisted land

Where everything was dead

And in his mind the enduring sign

Of a song that would never fade
Born in fear and raised in war
Just begging to be played


The sun beat down on his weary horse
Skin hanging off of the bone

And on they went through valleys scarred
And rubble made of stone


Rumors lay by the side of the road
making promises right from the start
But our hero kept his eyes out looking for

A dead man's broken heart

Passing through another burnt out town

Where the alleys smoke and wheeze
There was a girl leaning out her door
Saying

Excuse me, if you please,

Tell them all that we tried our best

But the night it grew too long
Some of us were hoping we
Could join him in his song:


He's gone
But a little part of him

Will live on