The Fatima Mansions - Angel's Delight lyrics
[The Fatima Mansions - Angel's Delight lyrics]
A burning rubber necklace for
My angel's delight
A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks
For the rich man's militia
Photographing my block
Kill a cop why the hell not?
Yeah! Burn, motherfucker, burn!
I got a word for you: dead
Got a trampoline - your fuckin' head
You roll down my street in
Your gleaming new car i've got no secrets
Cash or time left to give you
But I've got something else for you
My friend a crack in the restless night
A broken bone on the pavement
Angel's delight was a recurring statement
Burn a bailiff - spill, don't save it
Yeah! Burn, motherfucker, burn!
Run, run, run, run!
You can have what you ask, but not in cash
You can put it where your mouth used to be
You can put it where your dick used to be
What do you do when words collapse
And all that's left is broken glass?
I know, I know I'm trapped
I've got a holiday in a big oak box
With my friend, the famous PC Plod, Plod
Plod kill a cop, kill a cop
You lay a hand on me, I'm gonna kill you, cop
Hey! Let's all kill some cops some bailiffs
Assholes