Chariot - Elvis Depressedly

The chariot swung too low

Hit the ground and spiraled out of control

I saw an angel dashed on rocks and snow

Now dying of a broken spine

The chariot swung too low

People gathered round to take photos

And tell their stories to the evening news

While their children rot in a classroom

The chariot swung too low

Last night i met the antichrist’s publicist he

Told me that «a manger is for feeding pigs»

And someday my songs would «make me famous»

The chariot swung too low

And crying out in a final breath

I saw the angel turning wild on death they

Must not have accepted jesus yet