He was groovin'

and that was when he coulda sworn

the room was movin'

But that was only in his mind

He was sailin'

he never really seemed to notice

vision failin'

'cause that was all part of the high

Sweat was pourin' -

he couldn't take it

The room was exploding -

he might not make it.

Angel Dust/Please, children would you listen.

Angel Dust/Just ain't where it's at.

Angel Dust/You won't remember what you're

missin', but down some dead end streets

there ain't no turnin' back.



They were standin'

ev'rybody in a circle;

the whole family

listening to the preacher's words

Sis was cryin'

She alone held all the secrets

'bout his dyin'

tears fallin' to earth

Maybe her fault

He was so trusting

God only knew why

they was dustin'!

Angel Dust/Please children would you listen.

Angel Dust/Just ain't where it's at.

Angel Dust/You won't remember what you're

missin', but down some dead end streets

there ain't no turnin' back