Planning permission tied to post
We read when were waiting for bus
Is always double-checked cause we so often suspect
They plan to build something on us
What theyll build, neither here nor there
Its what theyll bury that counts
And how far down theyll push us this time
And how far back up well bounce
Angels are born with wings not springs
Devils always born with horns
And beautiful bird only bothers to sing
If beautiful day ever dawns, dawns
Angels and devils aint so easy to spot
As movies like to portray
A devil appears with a cunning veneer
You often only notice too late
If he says hes got wings, keep an eye out for springs
Make sure your angel is real
And of all of these things its the song that he sings
And how the song makes you feel
Angels are born with souls, not goals
Devils always search for the high
So beautiful birds sing from telegraph poles
And devils song fills the whole sky, sky
Yes, birdsong belongs in the highest
Of places, not where devil performs
Beautiful bird and song shouldnt bother
To sing if audience mutters and yawns
Mutters and yawns, mutters and yawns
Mutters and yawns, it yawns, it yawns
Mutters and yawns, mutters and yawns