He hath come to the bosom of his belovedSmiling on him, she beareth him to highest heav’nWith yearning heart”On thee we gaze, O’ gold-wing’d messenger of mighty GodsGoldwing angelGo home, don’t tellAnyone what you areYou’re sacred and they’re starvedAnd their art is gettin’ darkAnd there you are to tear apartTear apart, tear apart, tear apartYou better keep your head down-downDa-da-down-down, da-da-down-downBetter keep your head down-down
Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-downThey’re gonna tell you what you wanna hearThen they’re gonna disappearGonna claim you like a souvenirJust to sell you in a yearYou better keep your head down-downDa-da-down-down, da-da-down-downKeep your head down-down (Down)Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-downBetter keep your head down-downDa-da-down-down, da-da-down-downKeep your head down-downDa-da-down-down, da-da-down-downThat’s good!