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