《The Angel》歌词

[00:00:05] The angel rides with hunch-backed children, poison oozing from his engine

[00:00:25] Wieldin love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven

[00:00:46] Baseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil hes patiently soaked

[00:01:06] The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angels tires strokes his precious pavement

[00:01:25] The interstates choked with nomadic hordes in volkswagen vans with full running boards dragging great anchors

[00:01:44] Followin dead-end signs into the sores

[00:01:54] The angel rides by humpin his hunk metal whore

[00:02:06] Madison avenues claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain

[00:02:25] She rubs against the weather-beaten frame and asks the angel for his name

[00:02:42] Off in the distance the marble dome reflects across the flatlands with a naked feel off into parts unknown

[00:03:01] The woman strokes his polished chrome and lies beside the angels bones