Angel Songtext
Needle in my hand
Got a forearm rubber band
Got a golden liquid in a tube
I'm gonna do a vessel jam
Got lots of money
Got lots and lots and lots of time
I think, I think I might be
I think, I think I am
I think, I think I might be
I think, I think I am
[Chorus]
It's like liquid sunshine, fire and rain Marmalade skies, far away eyes
Glazed in a haze of cocaine
Angel's on the corner, he's got ten vials in his hands He sells each one for ten dollars,
like some medicine man Seems to know a lot for a kid just sixteen years old
He's a four year veteran of the penal code
He's got trademark shoes, three tattoos
A brass chord necklace and a smoke-stack too He's got...
(chorus)
There's a black wind spinning the cities weather vanes And the eye of the storm is a crystal of cocaine
Can't you hear the wind?
Can't you see the driving rain
Take a break from the storm in the eye of the hurricane...
(chorus)
Eyes in the mirror, not too sure if they're my own Black-white eyes in the mirror on a face of cold stone
Black-white eyes, riddles and lies
They tell me, tell me, tell me you've got nothing to hide but...
Got a forearm rubber band
Got a golden liquid in a tube
I'm gonna do a vessel jam
Got lots of money
Got lots and lots and lots of time
I think, I think I might be
I think, I think I am
I think, I think I might be
I think, I think I am
[Chorus]
It's like liquid sunshine, fire and rain Marmalade skies, far away eyes
Glazed in a haze of cocaine
Angel's on the corner, he's got ten vials in his hands He sells each one for ten dollars,
like some medicine man Seems to know a lot for a kid just sixteen years old
He's a four year veteran of the penal code
He's got trademark shoes, three tattoos
A brass chord necklace and a smoke-stack too He's got...
(chorus)
There's a black wind spinning the cities weather vanes And the eye of the storm is a crystal of cocaine
Can't you hear the wind?
Can't you see the driving rain
Take a break from the storm in the eye of the hurricane...
(chorus)
Eyes in the mirror, not too sure if they're my own Black-white eyes in the mirror on a face of cold stone
Black-white eyes, riddles and lies
They tell me, tell me, tell me you've got nothing to hide but...
SID TEPPER, ROY C. BENNETT
© IMAGEM U.S. LLC
Songtext powered by LyricFind
© IMAGEM U.S. LLC
Songtext powered by LyricFind