He is teh angel with the scabbed wings,
hard drug face, wan to powder his nose
he will deflower the freshest crop
dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores
Dead
is what he is, he does what he please
the things that he has you'll never want to see
what youre never gonna be now
sketch a little keyhole for the looking-glass people.
you don't want to be him,
only want to see him.
mommys got a scare crow, gotta let the corn grow.
man can't always reap what he sow.
"he is the maker"
(he is the taker)
"he is the saviour"
(he is the raper)
(verse 2)
(chorus)
get back you're never gonna leave him
get back, you're always gonna please him
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