Thinking back, circa nineteen-ninety-something,nI got jacked, it seems my songnand dance were noghing...nFor the times, it's always 'bout the currentnhustle, But that's alright, because nownI'm holding all the muscle...nSo drop your eyes, for the ones whonpaved my glory with their lives...nAnd now we go around again, again...nnSo I raise my glass to the fallen angels...nI tip my hat to the fallen angels...nI want to laugh for the fallen angels...nBut I dry my eyes instead...nnI'm a hack, but there's no shame inndeprecating... I got back, my patiencenkindly kept me waiting...nIcons fall. Under tragedy they smother.nMy skin crawls, to think it almost claimednmy Brother...nSo bow your heads, for the ones whonpaved my glory with their death...nTil karma comes around again, again...