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Got an angel on the stairs As if you'd even care When the lights go up And the sun has nearly gone down Well did you see him on the street Did you pass him at your feet Did you think at all How dare they even look me in the eye And he loves the girls And he loves the boys Gonna make twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over Better Than Ezra (CHORUS) Se set him up To let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Got a ticket to a show Gonna see him take a blow When the drunk one says "Cat Steven's was the greatest singer" And did you kick him in the head Did you watch the blood run down Did you laugh at all When the people walked right by and said aloud "Gutterpunks Your're all the same" (CHORUS, REPEAT) Radio in my hands Radio in the car Going down again He's going down again Anyway you look any way you talk it over It's easier to let it slip out of your mind But it rips your heart out Then it kicks your head in But you give it one more chance Tryin' to see the beauty in his world All the way and on my hands and on my feet and shoulders Gonna make twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over (CHORUS, REPEAT)