歌词
The chariot swung too low
Hit the ground and spiraled out of control
I saw an angel dashed on rocks and snow
Dying of a broken spine
The chariot swung too low
People gathered around to take photos
And share their stories to the evening news
While a gun gives birth in a classroom
The chariot swung too low
Last night i might the antichrist's publicist
He told me that "a manger is for feeding pigs"
And someday my songs would make me famous
The chariot swung too low
Crying out in a final breath
I saw the angel turning wild on death
It must not have accepted jesus yet