Measure of Iniquity - Your Chance To Die

Measure of Iniquity - Your Chance To Die
Bright eyes stare blankly into the night as the scenery rolls by
She doesn't know where she's going
But she's hoping for more than where she's been
Wide eyes watching her father smile
As he counts the gold in his hands
Just eight years of life
And she disappears from sight
Something's wrong
Her tattered robe she wraps tighter around her innoncent body
As the sun goes down on the head of little Angel
Never to rise again
And the sun sets in the east
Clean up Angel your next lover draws near
The sweat pours down his face
As his hands grope her tainted body
Angel close your eyes and dream of fields so green
So alive
As the door creaks open
Could it be another man
Or mistress coathanger in hand
Angel's heart groans in time
As the footsteps come ever closer
Who will make it right
Wipe one tear away a thousand more will fall
Use this as your excuse to do nothing at all
Brother it is you who sends her into eternity
When you knew the answer all along
Brother it is your footsteps she hears
Coming down the hall
It is your footsteps that send her fleeing down the hall