Angels, Punks And Raging Queens

We played this dive in the Village

Somewhere on the edge

During the breaks I'd hang outside

Have a smoke, sitting on a ledge

I'd watch the parade as it passed by

The junkies and the hot-to-trot teens

And it felt so right to be sharing the night

With angels, punks and raging queens

We played that gig for a long time

Got to know some folks

Gave them some change or took their cards

Heard their schemes, listened to their jokes

Sometimes they'd stop and hear my songs

En route to their fabulous schemes

And I still get laughs from old photographs

With angels, punks and raging queens

Well, I loved that time in the Village

Though I still don't know what it means

Matrons and whores, intellectual bores

Angels, punks and raging queens

I pass that place like a phantom

And everything has changed

That lousy dive is a sleek boutique

Priorities rearranged

I long for a mix of the bad old days

The ball gowns and torn-up jeans

And I sing this song

For the souls who have gone

Sweet angels, punks and raging queens