I know there is a place in Zaire,
If you listen well you can actually hear,
The ants are eating away at the white walls,
Waiting for the termites from Victoria Falls,
I am now a dark angel, I swoop from above,
All that I do is truly the labor of love,
As the ants, eat away at the walls in Zaire,
To what purpose to me is very unclear,
We have so many clean of sins all are virtue
But I am a dark angel all I know is what I knew,