Текст песни Angels & Devils - The Beautiful South
Angels
And
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,
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,
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,
mutters
and
yawns
Mutters
and
yawns,
it
yawns,
it
yawns
Mutters
and
yawns,
mutters
and
yawns
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