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The Angel

Bruce Springsteen2010年12月20日

Lyrics

 

The Angel - Bruce Springsteen

The angel rides with hunch-backed children

 

Poison oozing from his engine

 

Wielding love as a lethal weapon

 

On his way to hubcap heaven

 

Baseball cards poked in his spokes

 

His boots in oil he's patiently soaked

 

The roadside attendant nervously jokes as

 

The angels tires strokes his precious pavement

 

The interstates choked with nomadic

 

Hordes in volkswagen vans with full

Running boards dragging great anchors

 

Followin dead-end signs into the sores

 

The angel rides by humping

 

His hunk metal whore

 

Madison avenues claim to fame in a

Trainer bra with eyes like rain

 

She rubs against the weather-beaten frame

 

And asks the angel for his name

 

Off in the distance the marble dome

 

Reflects across the flatlands with a

Naked feel off into parts unknown

 

The woman strokes his polished chrome

 

And lies beside the angels bones

 

***歌詞來自第三方***