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 its 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 saints 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