James Clive Scott - Dark Angel Lyrics

I come down from the mountain
With a suitcase and a gun
Got a meeting with the coal man
Gonna talk about what he's done

Well the fish don't swim in the river
And I lost my only son
He went down in that black old mine
And never came up again

Well I can't go back to the mountain
There's nothing for me there
So I'm headed out with a vengeance
Some justice to repair

Well I made stop in Wichita
Some fellers to see there
Ask em bout where their money goes
And why we cant breath clean air

I got nothing against your product
Guess its something we still need
But don't lie to us about the cost
Of your generation's greed

I am a dark angel and I say this to the rich
I'm the consequence of your decisions
So fill your hand you son of a bitch

Now I'm coming for the bag man
Im coming for the thief
Coming for you Big Money
Coming for you on Wall Street

I'm coming for the politician
Who sells his people down the road
Just to win one more election
And don't care about our load

I am a dark angel
And I say this to the rich
I'm the consequence of your decisions
So fill your hand you son of a bitch