Angle Park

In Angle Park, the fountains crack
The blooms had withered leaves were shed
As tiles ring with fear of life
The evil genius hugs his wife

In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed
While mothers wring their hands of tears
The spelling books are in arrears
The statues grin
Beat on blindly beat it all
In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed
In Angle Park, the fountains crack
The statues grin
The window fills with beating hearts

And pointed fingers at us all

Tongues stuck in jaws, sad clowns parade
In Angle Park
In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed
The clowns stuck fast upon the mesh
The beaten cry behind white dress
The statues grin
In Angle Park, the fountains crack
In Angle Park

The crushing whine began its call