The autumn howled around the heads

That hung so slack, with lips so red

The blooms had withered leaves were shed

Tongues stuck in jaws, sad clowns parade

The crushing whine began its call

And pointed fingers at us all In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed

The statues grin

In Angle Park, the fountains crack

In Angle Park The beaten cry behind white dress

The clowns stuck fast upon the mesh

While mothers wring their hands of tears

The spelling books are in arrears The evil genius hugs his wife

As tiles ring with fear of life

The window fills with beating hearts

Beat on blindly beat it all In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed

The statues grin

In Angle Park, the fountains crack

In Angle Park In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed

The statues grin

In Angle Park, the fountains crack

In Angle Park