You hold an image, it provides a common threadNo sense of menace, no feeling of dreadYou never worry your pretty little head andAngels tuck you in tonightAngels tuck you in tonightAngels tuck you in and greet you in the morning lightThis cartoon world you’ve created, it’s like DisneylandGet out you golden ticketThe one they give you when you’re born againA guardian personage is watching over youNothing uncomfortable can ever get throughThere is no suffering for the chosen few…You’ve been a wide-eyed innocentCome to the garden, come to the hillCome to the tree, come to the killWon’t break your bones, but it can break your willYou’re too afraid of hurtingBeen playing cover-upExpose yourself to dyingAnd in this real world, it is your callingYou hold an image, it provides a common threadNo sense of menace, no feeling of dreadYou never worry your pretty little head andAngels tuck you in tonightAngels tuck you in tonightAngels tuck you in and greet you in the morning light