Song parody of
The Little Girl With Wings
by Murphy's Paradox
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Let me tell you the story about the little girl with wings
How she danced through the shadows, how sweet she used to sing
She sang of swirling rainbows, rainforests of silver-green
Rivers full of turtles and mermaids in between.
Her voice was soft and mellow, it lit the moonless night
Before dawn breaks tomorrow, she’ll take her final flight
She dreamt to change the things around, she dreamt to save this land
From demons in tuxedos, white-collared fancy fiends
She dreamt a world that has no guns, a world that has no tanks
No standing army at none’s command, no jets to form no flanks
But the warring hogs, they conspired and plotted her arrest
They tailored a golden cage for the little girl with wings
A cage is but a contraption – a device designed to kill
It doesn’t really matter, if it’s gold or if it’s steel
The little girl with wings, she knew, she arranged her final flight
She bid farewell to all her friends, before the break of light
But we are just mere mortals, we love our golden bait
We hand-pick our contraptions and choose our tailored cage
Let me tell you the story about the little girl with wings
How she danced through the shadows, how sweet she used to sing
Let me tell you the story about the little girl with wings
How she danced through the shadows, how sweet she used to sing
She sang of swirling rainbows, rainforests of silver-green
Rivers full of turtles and mermaids in between.
Her voice was soft and mellow, it lit the moonless night
Before dawn breaks tomorrow, she’ll take her final flight
She dreamt to change the things around, she dreamt to save this land
From demons in tuxedos, white-collared fancy fiends
She dreamt a world that has no guns, a world that has no tanks
No standing army at none’s command, no jets to form no flanks
But the warring hogs, they conspired and plotted her arrest
They tailored a golden cage for the little girl with wings
A cage is but a contraption – a device designed to kill
It doesn’t really matter, if it’s gold or if it’s steel
The little girl with wings, she knew, she arranged her final flight
She bid farewell to all her friends, before the break of light
But we are just mere mortals, we love our golden bait
We hand-pick our contraptions and choose our tailored cage
Let me tell you the story about the little girl with wings
How she danced through the shadows, how sweet she used to sing
