Lyrics:

Oh, mother I'm so sorry for this thing I've gone and done
But surely you'll forgive me, after all I am your son
Live to race, thrill of the chase to me was all that mattered
As we crash I hit the dash, my baby-face is shattered
Dead angels, dead angels on ice
We are dead angels, dead angels on ice
Once upon a Tyne we stood in line, minds so numb and bored
Now we're lying still always will, just chillin' in the morgue
Kicking cans, little clans, windy streets, grey estates
We earn our wings and pluck harp strings, ram-raiding through the Pearly Gates