knows me And the angels write raps on holy paper I said I'm lookin for Jesus, he said take the escalator One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there My sister
an angel in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling [
know you think that you're safe sister harmless affectio that keeps things away it's the ones who persist for the sake of a kiss who will pay cowboys and angels
Tricycles, Bicycles Candy canes and candlelight Tryin' to stay awake all night To catch a glimpse of Santa's reindeer Mama bakin', sister makin' Angels
town to town to town (Let me go - ahhh ah Hurricane) (Just let me go - ahhh ah I?m going to care) Why don't you be a Jones like your Sister and your
requested information At a roadside station Sister it seems absurd To be hammering pith LIke a poet with a loss for words Trying to describe an angel'
gut slit me Fucking ran away with my abortionist My little eyes blackened you know gizzed with The knife they used to gut my face in It's been out stabbing baby baby angels
t be saved Still I can't be still I can't be silent Still I...still Well I don't believe I'm beautiful but At least I've got my sister's smile
but down there I'm a king. Sounds just like the angels up in heaven when they sing... welcome home, welcome home. Such a sight to see. Instead of some Salvation Army sister
key: Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance. There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-passion Play. And who comes here to wish me well? A sweetly-scented angel
your poet. With hair just like the burning tree of Moses The girl beside you is your twin Behind your fiery make-up you should know this I am your sister
Angela, can you hear the earth is turning? Angela, the world watches you Angela, you soon will be returning to your sisters and brothers in the world Sister
Tell me I'm an angel, Take this to my grave. Tell me I'm a bad man, Kick me like a stray. Tell me I'm an angel, Take this to my grave. (S-I-N, I S-I
: (feat Claude Kelly) [Claude Kelly] You put it down like New York City I never sleep! Wild like Los Angeles My fantasy! Hotter than Miami I feel the
was a holy man I'd get down on my knees So the angels that watch over her would give a break to me Holy Mother of saint bubble gum and sister band-aid
the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. So swiftly the sun sets in the sky, You rise up and say goodbye to no one. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,