City of angels but no wings are needed here, through the tunnels we all get dirt on our shoulders.
Those with wings shed them off, it is no use in the gutters of life.
We shed skins but that doesn't make us new borns, again born, clean slate
Snakes with bite marks crying out for fair play.. stones are thrown with guilty conscience, confessions to those that have more to confess to.
Do not wear white to an all white party, you will be the only one with the odd cloth on, at the end of the night.
I bleed but I have no cuts on, it is all internal, my cure is laughter. Laugh out loud like a mad man on therapy
Don't ask the priest what I said, he is tongue tied to carry my off loaded burden. How fair is that to push my weighted average on him to carry.
Then day breaks, everything gets swept under the carpet. You have to learn to let go, it is the only way to make it to dawn.
Amnesia has more in blessing to give to help forget and carry on. Cold nights are a nightmare.
Shedding weight, and the fat guy looks like he who ate all the pie, trouble is, there are so many fat ones around.
Beggers strike in protest and Joseph is being economical with the interpretation of pharoah's dreams.