In unbearable traffic.
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Radio and it's deafening static.
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I got my dick in my hand.
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Super sanitary garbage man.
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Bearing down the interstate.
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Feeling hate for hate's sake.
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The gun felt good in my hand.
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Like an angel in the devil's land.
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Though it may sound strange, angels call my name.
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While it seems insane, I hold them to blame.
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Hood ornament in my trusty sight.
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The time has come to put things right.
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I am here to make things clean.
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Man, oh man, what a violent scene.
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Target! Target! Woman! Whore!
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This is it.
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The holy war.
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Steady now.
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Draw back the hammer.
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Blinding flash.
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Nothing's the matter.
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Though it might sound strange, angels call my name.
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While it seems insane, I hold them to blame.
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I should be king.
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Angels do the strangest things.
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Got a good feeling.
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'Bout time I beat my wings.
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Her foot turns to lead on the pedal.
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Multiple collision, the flesh it settles.
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Glass, gas, a punctured lung.
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An angel's work is never done.
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Across town, another job in need of doing.
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My arm's all fucked, in need of some gluing.
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Crank up the box, dig the noise between stations.
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Pin in my arm, for concentration.
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This is an angel.
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Please respond.
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Eye-5
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Jawbreaker |