His twitching hand is mine to hold In the other a dozen marigolds As we sneak into the factory square To bow our heads in rushed, hushed prayer In the dead center, where his father died We lay the bouquet then stand and cry While machine guns ring from the balconies And a cut tongued choir starts to sing And their roar reaches the stars O flowers bloom in the concrete yard And blood splatters on ashen walls As scores of fallen angels call The guards pull up with guns raised high Tie jet-black cloth i see through fine He's pressed to stone, pistol to head His skull smashed in under steel toe treads And his roar reaches the stars O flowers bloom in the concrete yard And blood splatters on white lead walls As another fallen angel calls