Angels & Devils

Planning permission tied to post

We read when we're waiting for bus

Is always double-checked 'cause we so often suspect

They plan to build something on us

What they'll build, neither here nor there

It's what they'll bury that counts

And how far down they'll push us this time

And how far back up we'll bounce

Angels are born with wings not springs

Devils always born with horns

And beautiful bird only bothers to sing

If beautiful day ever dawns

Angels and devils ain't so easy to spot

As movies like to portray

A devil appears with a cunning veneer

You often only notice too late

If he says he's got wings keep an eye out for springs

Make sure your angel is real

And of all of these things it's the song that he sings

And how the song makes you feel

Angels are born with souls not goals

Devils always search for the high

So beautiful birds sing from telegraph poles

And devil's song fills the whole sky

Yes, birdsong belongs

In the highest of places not where devil performs

Beautiful bird and song

Shouldn't bother to sing if audience mutters and yawns

Mutters and yawns