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 might 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 might 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
 About 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 might 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
 About time I beat my wings
 This is your angel
 This is your angel
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