Jayhawks Dead End Angel
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