Žodžiai dainai: Bruce Springsteen. Otras Canciones. The Angel.
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The angel rides with hunch-backed children, poison oozing from his engine
Wieldin love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven
Baseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil he's patiently soaked
The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angels tires strokes his precious pavement
The interstates choked with nomadic hordes in volkswagen vans with full running boards dragging great anchors
Followin dead-end signs into the sores
The angel rides by humpin his hunk metal whore
Madison avenues claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain
She rubs against the weather-beaten frame and asks the angel for his name
Off in the distance the marble dome reflects across the flatlands with a naked feel off into parts unknown
The woman strokes his polished chrome and lies beside the angels bones
The angel rides with hunch-backed children, poison oozing from his engine
Wieldin love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven
Baseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil he's patiently soaked
The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angels tires strokes his precious pavement
The interstates choked with nomadic hordes in volkswagen vans with full running boards dragging great anchors
Followin dead-end signs into the sores
The angel rides by humpin his hunk metal whore
Madison avenues claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain
She rubs against the weather-beaten frame and asks the angel for his name
Off in the distance the marble dome reflects across the flatlands with a naked feel off into parts unknown
The woman strokes his polished chrome and lies beside the angels bones
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