Paroles de Angel with the scabbed wings

He is the angel with the scabbed wings
Hard-drug face, want to powder his nose
He will deflower the freshest crop
Dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores, rock and roll sores

Dead is what he is, he does what he please
The things that he has you'll never want to see
What you're never gonna be now

Sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people
You don't want to see him, you only want to be him
Mommy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow
Man can't always reap what he sow

He is the maker
He is the taker
He is the savior
He is the raper

Dead is what he is, he does what he please
The things that he has you'll never want to see
What you're never gonna be now

Sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people
You don't want to see him, you only want to be him
Mommy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow
Man can't always reap what he sow

He is the maker
He is the taker
He is the savior
He is the raper

Get back you're never gonna leave him
Get back you're always gonna please him
Get back you're never gonna leave him
Get back you're always gonna please him

He is the angel with the scabbed wings
Hard-drug face, want to powder his nose
He will deflower the freshest crop
Dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores

Rock and roll sores, rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores, rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores, rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores, rock and roll sores