Angel

Angel tells me that I'm lovely, that I'm his favorite sin
Says if heaven wouldn't have me, that he could sneak me in
There's a hole in the chain-link fence
About a mile from the back entrance
Angel tells me that I'm lovely, and I believe him

Sick and divine
Under cold casino lights
Well, I don't know why he let himself be mine
But angel says it's fine

Angel takes me down on south street, the dancers know his name
I can tell by how they're movinf, they all know how he tastes
All the girls under pink neon
Baby oil and black chiffon
Angel tells me I'm his only, and I believe him

Sick and divine
Under swear and bar top lights
Well, and I don't know why he let himself be mine
But angels says it's fine

Dopamine and bender dreams
I slip under when he's on top of me
Chase amphetamines with white lightning
I never asked to feel too much of things

Angel loves to keep me spinning, much too hight to see
That all these chains have started thinning and hell is breaking free
Every choice, every lie
Demons that he kept inside
Angel now that I've stopped spinning, could you come clean?