go to sleep, my dead end angel
say good-night dear precious one
for I know you`re empty-handed
and all the police carry guns
whisper to me in the morning
and I`ll kiss your blues away
for I know your body`s aching
and the lynch-mob`s on the way
just to hear your footsteps
climbing up the stairs
just to live one single day
without a single care
go to sleep, my dead end angel
say good-night dear precious one
for I know you`re empty-handed
and all the police carry guns
just to hear your footsteps
climbing up the stairs
just to live one single day
without a single care
go to sleep, my dead end angel
say good-night dear precious one
for I know you`re empty-handed
and all the police carry guns
and all the police carry guns