I'm an angel in disguise watching the world   I'm a weary wanderer with sleepy eyes   The world has gone wrong in so many ways   See the wicked prosper in a predatory fashion      They're gonna steal the last single bit of freedom   They're gonna hunt down the radical poets and kill them   And I'm not sure if it's part of a wicked masterplan   But I'm getting out of here before the shit hits the fan, that's right      Watching half the world taking all they can   While the other half are left with empty hands   The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in    Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin      Life and death lies in the power of a few   Too much of what's given is lost in transition   Them little greedy hands pile up another cold stash, what else could they do?   It's in the weakness of man I guess, but that's no consolation      Watching half the world taking all they can   While the other half are left with empty hands   The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in    Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin      I'm a lonely angel on the boulevard   Tryin' to speak your language but it's getting harder   Any act of kindness doesn't go down well around here, does it?   It may be out of fashion, I just couldn't tell      Watching half the world taking all they can   While the other half are left with empty hands   The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in    Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin      Any gospel written is a serious threat - and the alternative truths from any dissident   Any questions asked that will start you thinkin' are the steps of a nu-world in the making      I'm an angel in disguise watching this world   I'm a weary wanderer who has seen too much   The world has turned it's back on God   For pride and profit and deranged obsessions      While the overweight keep dying of heartattacks   The junk food chains provide the sticks and stones   Still those haunting images just keep coming back   I see the Kids of Africa are just skin and bone      The devil dogs select the major target   Now panic spreads, we fear the next attack   Now 50 killed in the London market   They'll find a scapegoat soon and start firing back      I'm an angel in disgust and I'm watching your world   I'm a weary wanderer and a tortured soul   Just one of the helpless who watch this chaos   While the firearm merchants celebrate the riots      They're gonna steal your last single bit of freedom   They're gonna hunt down the lost unfaithful and kill them   They've abused the power their God once gave'em   Make no mistake, 'cause I'm not one of them   Make no mistake, 'cause I'm not one of them