Dancin the Angels

consoled an angel
with the golden hair
said he needed
what wasn't there
seems heaven is keepin
her legs together
so i groomed his wings
of course i kept a feather...

and if i ever get
to where i wanna go
i'll let you know

took a walk with that
saint thomas moore
he said i favor
nuthin' but a ten-cent-whore
and all i could say-
was to laugh for the sin
cos he's too afraid,
he could never dive right in

and if i ever get
where i'm tryin to go...
i'll let you know

(whispers):
caught in the mystical encounter
left an angel on my shoulder
and a cherry on my counter
    top  (pop goes the weasel)

i'm flyin at full throttle baby
gonna get there...

the big white pope
is down there in mexico
where the water is shallow
and he can just let go
of all that they've told him
all he wants to believe
because in my dreams
dirty angels are waitin for me

and God, if i ever get to
where i'm supposed to go
i'm hopin that you will let me know...

i guess you'll let me dance
with the angels...tonight

(whisper):
sleep tight
little carolina sweetie
tell the devil i said
hello.


~from Me and My Piano: 
and the Angels on my Back
(©1996 & 1997 Coldpeppers)

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