Walking Disaster (pale Light Of The New Dark Age) (Mallonee Bill)

There's a sad song for every heart broken There's a name for every fool in the book There's a sermon for every occasion There's a love song for every soul shook Chorus: On the fault line of walking disasters Well, that's the place fallen angels still fly And the river of love...well, it still rolls on Long time after the well...has run dry If you stand and you make your confession In a suit of old clothes that you stole Offering some vain protestations Wearing some cheap cologne When the poor you'd hoped who keep silent Show up on your front door stage And the tent cities bath in the halogen glow Of the pale light of the new dark age