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 it's 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 saint's 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
