Angel's With Guns
I dream of doing morbid things everytime I see you pick
the carcass from your teeth, but the basement is off limits.
I've watched you for years, walk down those stairs...to
do your traditional dirty work. And another tear falls. oh
filthy preacher, preach to me that which is Holy. Am I
not Holy? You know, I do treat them all with love. I do
preach your antithesis. If this is what you believe, I'll
stand on the side-lines. Everyone, I beg forgiveness from
you for my undying compassion for life. It really is too
bad that you couldn't look past Daddy's white collar.