We keep them all in cages now so they can't get away
The folks with angel wings don't dare complain
We rob them of their vision with the tools of our trade
And with our chains we bind them to the ground
If we can't fly with the angels then we'll tie the angels down
And if we can't play like the angels then we'll take their harps away
If we can't be happy then no one's to enjoy themselves
And beauty is a thing to hide away
Beauty is a thing to hide away
Now we're slicing up the angels and we're mounting them on slides
To see what we can learn from their insides
We'll take their brains, we'll pickle them and label them in jars
Break out the axes, let me take a slice
And if we can't fly with the angels then we'll tie the angels down
And if we can't play like the angels then we'll take their harps away
If we can't be happy then no one's to enjoy themselves
And beauty is a thing to away
Beauty is a thing to hide away
Take away their hearts, good lord, I hate to hear that sound
It sounds too good to ever be allowed
And take away their halos, Jesus, who do you think they are
Break out the axes, pass them all around
And if we can't fly with the angels then we'll tie the angels down
And if we can't play like the angels then we'll take their harps away
If we can't be happy then no one's to enjoy themselves
And beauty is a thing to hide away
Beauty is a thing thingto hide away
I'm an angel, yeah
I'm an angel