Angels, Punks and Raging Queens

Angels, Punks and Raging Queens - Kim Criswell

Played this dive in the village

Somewhere on the edge

During the breaks I hang outside

Have a smoke sitting on a ledge

I watched the parade as it passed by

The junkies and hot to trot teens

And it felt so right to be sharing the night

With angels punks and raging queens

Played that gig for a long time

Got to know some folks

Gave them some change or took their cards

Heard their schemes listened to their jokes

And sometimes they'd stop and hear my song

On route to their fabulous scenes

And I still get laughs from old photographs

With angels punks and raging queens

Well I loved that time in the village

Though I still don't know what it means

Matrons and whores intellectual bores

Angels punks and raging queens

I passed that place like a phantom

And everything is changed

That lousy dive is a sleek boutique

Priorities renamed

I longed for the mix of the bad old days

The ball gowns and torn up jeans

And I sing this song for the souls who have gone

Sweet angels punks and raging queens