The autumn howled around the heads   That hung so slack, with lips so red   The blooms had withered leaves were shed   Tongues stuck in jaws, sad clowns parade   The crushing whine began its call   And pointed fingers at us all      In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed   The statues grin   In Angle Park, the fountains crack   In Angle Park      The beaten cry behind white dress   The clowns stuck fast upon the mesh   While mothers wring their hands of tears   The spelling books are in arrears      The evil genius hugs his wife   As tiles ring with fear of life   The window fills with beating hearts   Beat on blindly beat it all      In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed   The statues grin   In Angle Park, the fountains crack   In Angle Park      In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed   The statues grin   In Angle Park, the fountains crack   In Angle Park