Eye-5

In unbearable traffic Radio and its deafening static I got my dick in my hand Super sanitary garbage man Bearing down the interstate Feeling hate for hate's sake The gun felt good in my hand Like an angel in the devil's land Though it may sound strange, angels call my name While it seems insane, I hold them to blame Hood ornament in my trusty sight The time has come to put things right I am here to make things clean Man, oh man, what a violent scene Target! Target! Woman! Whore! This is it, the holy war Steady now Draw back the hammer Blinding flash Nothing's the matter Though it may sound strange, angels call my name While it seems insane, I hold them to blame I should be king Angels do the strangest things Got a good feeling 'Bout time I beat my wings Her foot turns to lead on the pedal Multiple collision, the flesh it settles Glass, gas, a punctured lung An angel's work is never done Across town, another job in need of doing My arm's all fucked, in need of some gluing Crank up the box, dig the noise between stations Pin in my arm, for concentration Though it may sound strange, angels call my name While it seems insane, I hold them to blame I should be king Angels do the strangest things Got a good feeling 'Bout time I beat my wings Please respond. This is an angel