The Angel lyrics

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Song Details
Artist(s)Bruce Springsteen
Album(s)Greetings from Asbury Park
Disc: 1

The angel rides with hunch-backed children, poison oozing from his engineWieldin' love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heavenBaseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil he's patiently soakedThe roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angel's tires strokes his precious pavement

The interstate's 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 humpin' his hunk metal whore

Madison Avenue's 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 angel's bones



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