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' everybody 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.
Compositor: Gil Scott Heron (Gil Scott-heron) ECAD: Obra #8385530 Fonograma #3261035