words & music: dave claridge
Icy a city 8 miles high
humans like insects running wild
deep down there's arteries inside
where all your chemicals collide
it's cooler than Peru
but the U.V.s are uncouth
your kid's still having fun
only with cars and drugs and guns
Whereas the spirit world is fine
I go there all the time
The angel's legs are open wide
and I'm hellishly unkind
BUT
Has my
angel
got the time?
has my angel got the time time time?
You may have rocks within your head
whose voices rest upon your death
but it would be a pointless suicide
because your destiny's designed
Now there are stormclouds in the sky
I receive them with a smile
It's just another angel in disguise
this time not quite the antichrist...
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