Lletres: New Amsterdams (The). Killed Or Cured. Has Anyone Seen My Wings.

I'm a saint, i'm a bonified seraphim
an angel on a bar stool, anyone seen my wings?
i'm always losing the damn things
i'm the glue i'm a permanent fixture
i'm an anchor in the concrete if i went to find my fate
the foundation would break
alies
i never had none
but that would be one to see
yeah
i'm your fate yeah, your looking in the future
there's a bitter old man who's under your skin
but don't let him in
capsize
did anyone catch me?
nobody broke my fall
yeah
i'm a saint on a mission from the head man
you got a shoe start running boy leave him to us
leave them in your dust