I'd be riding horses if they let menSleep outside at night and not take frightnI would ride the reigns and never worrynI would disappear into the nightnnEverybody needs an angelnBut here's that devil by my sidenDeaths head ring upon his fingernPoor boy hanging on the lightnnThey'll be drawing straws inside the courtroomnAs the sudden twilight turns to blacknTorches burn into the sad eyesnOn the wrong side of the tracknMake those horses jump through hoops of flamesnThey won't kick and they won't screamnLet the good lord do the drivingnPoor boy sinking in the streamnnI can smell the camp-fires burningnBut I'll go out walking on my ownnBy day and night the world keeps turningnFrightened people hiding in their homesnnEverybody needs an angelnBut here's that devil by my sidenDeaths head ring upon his fingernPoor boy hanging on the light