My angel, my devil, my hell, my heaven
I've been your rock, you've been my stone
Four and twenty poor boys, singing in the street
I've been your drunk, I've been your home
My storm, my calm, my photograph, my palm
Getting high on most things, wishing they were free
Four and twenty white boys singing in the the street
I've been your teacher, I've been your joy
Four and twenty black boys, singing in the street
Innocence in everyone, innocence is dead
Innocence is heaven, innocence is hell
I've been your preacher, I've been your boy
Getting high on most things, wishing they were free, yeah