Dropped off the edge again down in Juarez
"don't even bat an eye
If the eagle cries" the rasta man says, just cause the desert likes
Young girls flesh and
No angel came.

I don't think you even know
What you think you just said
So go on spill your seed
Shake your gun to the rasta man's head
And the desert - she must be blessed and
No angel came.

There's a time to keep it up
A time to keep it in
The Indian is told
The cowboy is his friend
You know that I can breathe
Even when I cheat
Should. should've been over for me
No angel came.

Writer : TORI AMOS
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