Lyrics
He is the angel with the scabbed wings
Hard-drug face, wanna powder his nose
He will deflower the freshest crop
Dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores
Dead is what he is, he does what he pleases
The things that he has
You'll never want to see, what you're never gonna be now
Sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people
You don't want to see him, you only want to be him
Mummy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow
Man can't always reap what he sows
He is the maker
He is the taker
He is the saviour
He is the raper
Dead is what he is, he does what he pleases
The things that he has
You'll never gonna see what you're never gonna be now
Sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people
You don't want to see him, you only want to be him
Mummy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow
Man can't always reap what he sows
He is the maker
He is the taker
He is the saviour
He is the raper
Get back, you're never gonna leave him
Get back, you're always gonna please him
Get back, you're never gonna leave him
Get back, you're always gonna please him
He is the angel with the scabbed wings
Hard-drug face, wanna powder his nose
He will deflower the freshest crop
Dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores
Rock and roll sores
(Man can't always reap what he sows)
Rock and roll sores
(Man can't always reap what he sows)
Rock and roll sores
(Man can't always reap what he sows)
