The angel rides with hunchbacked children, poison oozing from his engine
Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven
Baseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil he’s patiently soaked
The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angel’s tires stroke 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 weatherbeaten 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
The most gentle song when the theme is an Outlaw motorcyclist. When I was a hangaround I loved it all those years ago. I never even made it to prospect because I left that country, but when I hear it it beutifies the path that would have led me to a shit life in prison or my early demise. Now sitting here in a world wide pandemic I wonder if I was a coward.
The angel rides with hunchbacked children, poison oozing from his engine
Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven
Baseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil he's patiently soaked
The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angel's tires stroke 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 weatherbeaten 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
I love the line about the interstate being "choked with nomadic hordes". It's kind of like a proto-born to run with a third person narrative and a sad ending.
