Ain't coming On detonation boulevard Through the angel rain Through the dust and the gasoline Through the cruelty of strangers To the neon dream Long
Baby, understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? When everythin? goes wrong, you see some
easy as I let you go Gonna tell you how much I love you Though you think you already know I remember I thought you looked like an angel Wrapped in pink
to do Now that pink has turned to blue And I don't know what to do Now that pink has turned to blue Don't know what to do Now that pink has turned to
Jesus) Ain't no filet gumbo babe without the rue Ain't no joyous feelings without payin' dues I'm gonna tie my pink bandana on 'Cause what don't kill
babe) I jumped in the car gonna carry you to the stars So lets go see the ship And your hip, bronzed lipped I really love you babe Oh flat black, pink
home in bed There were four angels standing round me I thought I must be dead Yeah I opened my eyes this morning Thought I must be dead There were four angels
Waking in the morning And I stare at the wall Now my angel has seen through my sins Thinking about my life When I was going insane Well I guess now
, yeah, I remember that Sweet summer, let me take you back Both our mom's were best friends She was the youngest of three daughters An angel on a pink
won't think Your eyes are shocking pink Your lips are ruby red Wouldn't it be better If we were peanut butter On a moldy piece of bread Knowing that the angels
gangsta (Here we go) I don't want to leave yet Who knows of what she'll think of next Plays pink guitar walks around me in bed Runs her fingers through my hair Likes the angels
Big hair, pink lips, eyes all painted up Spray net and George Strait riding in her pickup truck Midnight, highway, headed for the club Siam Heartbeat
Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong you see some
This is my game, you gon' need a referral I know more about tree than squirrel Me no talk much but the heat so verbal Brand new Marc Jacob, pink coat
clutching a garland, the Silver Man's solemn but he's trying to smile. Aware of his failure, the world still in danger.....He takes comfort from angels
the desert red and startled souls ascended to Oblivion. A fat man with a guilty face held back and tried to hide his case as angels chanted, "You can
confused and bruised and thinking about our honeymoon of nights beneath the moon together. Crosslegged, floating down the river. We didn't need a boat-us angels
gone - the American dream. ... Christ, it's only a dream. But where are you, George? Now that we need you... I am the way, the truth, the light Merciful angel