| Oscar was an angel and he used to walk the streets
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| Shoutin' out some prophesies at everyone he’d meet
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| He was a local fixture; |
| like a cop out on a beat
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| Folks said he’d been shell-shocked long ago
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| And more than that for no one seemed to know
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| Oscar was a walker; |
| at least four miles twice a day
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| The entire lenght of Main Street he’d be shoutin' all the way
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| And I had no idea where he heard the things he’d say
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| But he was not your normal voice of doom;
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| It was a happy song sung slightly out of tune
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| And he’d say, «Everyone will die and go to heaven and we will all be angels
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| Someday and what you are in this world don’t count for nothin' 'cause we are
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| Only children, we’re just lost along the way, but we will all be angels
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| Someday»
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| Well, I worked at the Rialto; |
| I sold tickets at the door
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| And Oscar, he’d come by most everyday by half past four
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| And he’d pay to see some movie that he’d seen ten times before
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| But mostly we’d just let him in for free
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| Then he’d watch five minutes, then he’d come and talk to me
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| And he’d say, «Everyone will die and go to heaven and we will all be angels
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| Someday and what you are in this world don’t count for nothin'. |
| For we are only
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| Children, we’re just lost along the way, but we will all be angels
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| Someday»
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| Well, it’s going on ten years now
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| Since I left my hometown
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| And I went back last summer
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| For a week I hung around
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| I looked out for Oscar, he was no where to be found
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| And someone said they finally had to commit him
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| And he died before they had time to forget him
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| Now, I’m not about to argue, Oscar’s train had jumped the track
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| But I’ll bet my last dollar on the plain and simple fact
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| Oscar never said a word about me behind my back
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| And the way that I was raised to understand
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| Well, that bone, it makes him the better man
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| And he’d say, «Everyone will die and go to heaven and we will all be angels
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| Someday and what you are in this world don’t count for nothin'. |
| For we are only
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| Children, we’re just lost along the way, but we will all be angels
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| Someday»
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| Yeah, we will all be angels someday |