Fallen Angels – Eric Weaver

Dealers and pimps come out after dark
Crack boys and hookers under street light
Meth heads and junkies looking to score
Old men lay wasted, outside the liquor store
Pleasures are given behind a car door
Fallen angels, fallen to night

Young girls having babies
Boyfriends in gangs
Wear the wrong colors, dead with a bang
City streets so dangerous, the police dare not go
City streets of violence ,how will the children grow
Fallen angels, fallen to fright

Houses fall abandoned, boarded windows and doors
Factories no longer open, churches sing no more
Bars on the windows, is it a prison or a store
A crack baby found in the garbage
A city cries out in shame
Fallen angels, fallen to blight