11.14.90
Death rock angel as my masochist
With broken vowels spewn past her lips
Her heated word & mistrusting eye
Weigh her wing, deadly angel will fly, no more
Death rock angel as my masochist - My, my
Death rock angel on my telephone
The ringers on & she's always home
"Hello", her voice like a little child
Sweet, in anger she gets louder, now.
Death rock angel on my telephone - She's wild
Death rock angel bums cigarettes
She smoked fifty packs, ain't bought one yet
She drags those fags hard all night
To the butt, lips warm & bright, yeah
Death rock angel bums cigarettes - "got a light"
Death rock angel, guess I'll never lean
My throat still bleeds but my heart still burns
You don't care and won't say why
To kill my love, you gotta try - harder
Death rock angel as my masochist - Goodbye
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