Terrible Angels

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"Oh if every angel's terrible
Then why do you watch her sleep
You love to hear her sing
And wear purple eyes like rings
Well the flowers have no scent
And the child's been miscarried

Oh every angel's terrible
Said Freud and Rilke all the same
Rimbaud never paid them no mind
But Jimmi Morrison had his elevators
His elevators
He had his elevator angels
If every angel's terrible
Why do you hide inside her.
Like a child in a skirt

The supermarket's loud and bright
And boy don't she feel warm tonight
Boy don't she feel warm tonight
If every angel's terrible..."