The chariot swung too low Hit the ground and spiraled out of control I saw an angel dashed on rocks and snow Now dying of a broken spine The chariot swung too low People gathered 'round to take photos And share their stories with the evening news While a gun gives birth in a classroom The chariot swung too low Last night I met the antichrist's publicist He told me that "a manger is for feeding pigs" And someday my songs would "make me famous" The chariot swung too low And crying out in a final breath I saw the angel turning wild on death It must not have accepted Jesus yet