Текст песни Fallen Angel Jig - MorphLand

The air was fat with heat
The stench of piss
On the city street

I woke up and I
Didn't know where I was again

This life
The ripest on the vine
Wrinkled stains carved
That mark the passing time

I took a break
And life had passed me by

What do we have
When the day is done?

Jesus Christ
Wasn't the only son

What do we have
When the day is done?

Jesus Christ
Wasn't the only son