Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - BBC Live Version

I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful
 Toying somewhere between love and abuse
 Calling to join them the wretched and joyful
 Shaking the wings of their terrible youths
 Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion
 No more alone or myself could I be
 Looks like a strain to the arms it were open
 No shortage of sordid, no protest from me
 With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
 She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
 With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
 She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
 Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I
 Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet
 Fresh from the fields, all feeder and fertile
 It's bloody and raw, but I swear that it's sweet
 With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
 She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
 With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
 She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
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 And lease this confusion, I'll wander the concrete
 Wonder if better now having survived
 Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat
 The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth I'm alive
 With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
 She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
 With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
 She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
 With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
 She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
 With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
 She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene