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Artysta: Jawbreaker
In unbearable traffic.
Radio and it`s 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 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.
`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.
This is an angel.
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