Lyrics

Angels of The New Millennium
[William Livesay/Louis Lawent ©2016]

The angels marched to Jericho
Slumped against the bridge
A light above commanded them
"go gather up your things"
Your method's too archaic
Now your time on earth is done
I'm replacing you with angels of
the new millennium
The new recruits were hardened
Their sight an icy chill
Their faces bright as cannon fire
Making mountains into hills
volcanic were their tempers
With breath hot like the sun
These were the Angels of
The New Millennium

Drowned out by the boom box
And washed out by the flood
Charlatans on every corners
Preaching I'm the one
Cain he wrestles Abel
For the megaphone in hand
Drowned out by the angels
Of the new millennium

The angels mourned the simple days
When ghostly taps were heard
The nights they bathed in soldiers' blood
Down in Gettysburg
They mourned their fallen brothers
Whose young lives were cut short
By the bellow of the trumpeteer
Who called them into court

Drowned out by the boom box
Washed out by the flood
Charlatans on every corners
Preaching I'm the one
Cain he wrestles Abel
For the megaphone in hand
Drowned out by the angels
Of the new millennium