Lyrics:

In unbearable traffic
Radio and its deafening static
I got my dick in my hand
Super sanitary garbage man

Bearing down the interstate
Feeling hate for hate's sake
The gun felt good in my hand
Like an angel in the devil's land

Though it might sound strange, angels call my name
While it seems insane, I hold them to blame

Hood ornament in my trusty sight
The time has come to put things right
I am here to make things clean
Man, oh man, what a violent scene

Target, target, woman, whore
This is it, the holy war
Steady now, draw back the hammer
Blinding flash, nothing's the matter

Though it might sound strange, angels call my name
While it seems insane, I hold them to blame

I should be king
Angels do the strangest things
Got a good feeling
About time I beat my wings

Her foot turns to lead on the pedal
Multiple collision, the flesh it settles
Glass, gas, a punctured lung
An angel's work is never done

Across town, another job in need of doing
My arm's all fucked, in need of some gluing
Crank up the box, dig the noise between stations
Pin in my arm, for concentration

Though it might sound strange, angels call my name
While it seems insane, I hold them to blame

I should be king
Angels do the strangest things
Got a good feeling
About time I beat my wings

This is your angel
This is your angel
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