The leaves have turned
And your ways have burned
Your naked flesh against the sun

Your walls are bare
And you're huddled there
Ignoring everyone

But on your own
Your kids have grown
And left you to waste away yourself

You long to eat
But your stubborn feet
Have left nothing on the shelves

Angeline
Angeline
All your friends are on their hands and knees
Tired of your tradgies
Standing on your bones tonight

Dressed up in the pale moonlight
Surrounded by the tall grass
Waving with the bare brown trees
What a bad sight
Your corpse is light
And layed out for everyone to see

Now they put you in the ground
About 6 feet down
And left you to rot in your dirt cave shell

Now the worms, they feed
On your fragile feet
As you walk your naked path to hell

Angeline
Angeline
All your friends are on their hands and knees
Tired of your tradgies
Standing on your bones tonight

Dressed up in the pale moonlight
Surrounded by the tall grass
Waving with the bare brown trees