Broken

I can't be broken down

By the gun of an angel at my side

In the black scimitar parade

Over sounds held up by a saint

And the smoke from a guilty gun

Is showing, is showing me it's side

I can't be broken down

By the gun of an angel at my side

The shifting moons of my mind

Keep me floating over streets

Of a town I'll someday leave

Not broken down

Not broken down

Not broken down

Saw the sign in the saint's glow tent

Dropped to the ground

And the people ran to a place

Where the pavement was soaked

With the life of a holy ghost

And a fox hovered over the crowd

And she mocked and destroyed the sound of the cries

In the eyes of the lord

Who gave me a message

And saved my soul

And said

I can't be broken down

By the sign, 'cause it's life or death to me

The shifting moons of my mind

Keep me floating over streets

Of a town I'll someday leave

Not broken down

Not broken down

Not broken down

Not broken down