(+) GOLDWING
He hath come to the bosom of his beloved
Smiling on him she beareth him
To highest heav'n
With yearning heart
On thee we gaze
O' gold wing'd messenger of mighty Gods
Goldwing angel
Go home don't tell
Anyone what you are
You're sacred and they're starved
And their art is gettin' dark
And there you are to tear apart
Tear apart tear apart tear apart
You better keep your head down down
Da da down down da da down down
Better keep your head down down
Da da down down da da down down
They're gonna tell you what you wanna hear
Then they're gonna disappear
Gonna claim you like you a souvenir
Just to sell you in a year
You better keep your head down down
Da da down down da da down down
Keep your head down down (Down)
Da da down down da da down down
Better keep your head down down
Da da down down da da down down
Keep your head down down
Da da down down da da down down
That's good