Pluckin' all day on my angel's harp
Pluckin' all day on my angel's harp

Shoutin' at the rising moon
Knowin' that I will soon stay
At the edge of the plain, on the top of the scarp

I'm pluckin' all day on my angel's harp

Though you made me a buffoon
You did not hear the words that I did croon

I'm pluckin' all day on my angel's harp

I knew you'd [bad word] around
Won't you please enjoy the sound
I didn't say clap, and I didn't stay sharp

I'm pluckin' all day on my angel's harp

And when I saw your eyes all brown
I pulled them boy, and lo I cut you down

At the edge of the plain, on the top of the scarp

This is where we all will fall
This is what we shall call kill

Pluckin' all day on our angel's harp
resonator is sounding dark

Though you might be walkin' tall
Everybody got a lot to grow

Pluckin' all day on my angel's harp
Pluckin' all day on my angel's harp

This is where I'm jumping off
This is where I sail aloft