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Angel's Delight by Fatima Mansionsالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Angel's Delight by Fatima Mansions

     

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A necklace of rubber, burning bright
A burning rubber necklace for my angel's delight
A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks
For the rich man's militia photographing my block
Kill a cop. Why the hell not?

Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn!
I got a word for you: dead
Got a trampoline--your fuckin' head

You roll down my street in your gleaming new car
I've got no secrets, cash or time left to give you
But I've got something else for you, my friend
A crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the pavement
Angel's delight was a recurring statement
Burn a bailiff--spill, don't save it

Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn!
Run, run, run, run!
You can have what you ask, but not in cash
[with a?] credit card, a payment slashed
You can put it where your mouth used to be
You can put it where your dick used to be
You can [...?] looking at me, looking at you
[...?] blacklist, [...?] blacklist
What do you do when words collapse
And all that's left is broken glass?
I know, I know I'm trapped

I've got a holiday in a big oak box
With my friend, the famous pc plod, plod, plod*
Kill a cop, kill a cop,
You lay a hand on me, I'm gonna kill you, cop.
Hey! let's all kill some cops.
Some bailiffs.
Assholes.

*

Writer : CATHAL COUGHLAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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