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In the heat of the Indian summerOut along the Appalachian WayYou can hear the sound of the Overnight AngelsAs they prayCharged by the light of some mariners lanternSpitting out a cold but triangular sprayCan't you hear the screams of the Overnight AngelsAs they playTalking to the spirits through a silver curtainReaching out beyond the length of the lightYou can catch a glimpse of an Overnight AngelAs he shinesDancing through the toys of the dead and the livingLaughing at the poets changing their rhymesCan't you feel the pulse of the Overnight AngelsBeating timeCan you hear us can you hear usWe're talking 'bout the Overnight AngelsCan you hear us can you hear usWe're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels AngelsChildren of the junkies led the revolutionPush yourselves over get yourselves thereSongtexteSomeone throw their arms round the Overnight AngelsCause they careAngels don't need no phony religionThrow them out along with the ethnic nowheresThey will never speak to the Overnight AngelsThey can only stareCan you hear us can you hear usWe're talking 'bout the Overnight AngelsCan you hear us can you hear usWe're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels AngelsCan you hear us can you hear usWe're talking 'bout the Overnight AngelsCan you hear us can you hear usWe're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels AngelsCan you hear us can you hear usWe're talking 'bout the Overnight AngelsCan you hear us can you hear usWe're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels AngelsCan you hear us can you hear usWe're talking 'bout the Overnight AngelsCan you hear us can you hear usWe're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels AngelsAngels Angels Angels AngelsAngels Angels Angels AngelsAngels Angels Angels AngelsOvernight AngelsOvernight AngelsTalking aboutThe Overnight Angels Aus Songtexte Mania