If God Could Make The Angels

rd Fret Intro: So many songs about angels It seems god makes them with his hands So I guess this mess of falling angels Must fit his immortal plan How every flower should open How every crippled bird should fly And a cry of love from the deepest darkest ocean Flies up through his brightest broken sky But I can't point no finger You can't do nothing more to me, see Here's my broken hammer I can't play A-flat But I'm still playing in that key And at the holy saint's asylum There's this patron for lost souls Who've perjured grail for the money Mammon's kingdom and his power All is painted glory, yeah, but glory holds a key And here's this broken hammer Can't fix this old piano Seems sometimes that you can't get enough of me Hurting As the hammer hits the key But if god could make them angels With only mud and dust and sand Making blood from living water Man, I think I'd understand He'd be in every flower that opens And in the first new breath of spring In the bird song high in the sky Sailing clear across the oceans Some hear his voice in every bell that rings They say it's god who made the angels From infinity and sand But if Heaven made the angels Who in Hell made man? If god could make angels If god could make angels Why in hell make man?