What Makes Us Angel Every morning, sunrise Makes us angel And let's run and breathe And face this fire When he walks down London streets For freedom and blood Smoking guns and smiling faces But you've not got a gun The innocence Of each and every one Till finding out It needs blood and schmerzen Some will fight with sad smiles And have a cigarette Knowing no one cares If he's alive or dead When he walks down London streets For freedom and blood Smoking guns and smiling faces But you've not got a gun The innocence Of each and every one Till finding out It needs blood and schmerzen The innocence Of each and every one Till finding out It needs blood and schmerzen The innocence Of each and every one Till finding out It needs blood and schmerzen The innocence Of each and every one Till finding out It needs blood and schmerzen