angels on queen's street

look at the waste

as the dump truck crashed face first, 3 days before christmas

6 gone it coulda been anyone of us

when I look across this gentle river I still shiver even when the temperature

disny plummet like its winter

on a make shift heli pad

the clutha main structure is damaged real bad but it still stands

that image is my memory to the end of our march for independence

it turned sour

take away party our, presents

we'll still dance give us a live band we're the alliance

in a lions, den

my friend I'm not Glaswegian I'm just from around that region

when suffer now seems to be shown more during the holiday seasons

when love for one another gets portrayed in seasonal greetings

n the same songs fucking play on repeat

l.e.d's light up the street

along with lighters for the deceased

take me to church hozier a believe I'm diseased

I'm cozier in my bedroom am looking down on others less nourished

but believe a don't feel at ease