Fatima Mansions - Angel's Delight Lyrics
A necklace of rubber, burning brightA burning rubber necklace for my angels delightA holiday in a box, opportunity knocksFor the rich mans militia photographing my blockKill a cop. why the hell not?Yeah!! burn, mother*****er, burn!I got a word for you: deadGot a trampoline--your *****in headYou roll down my street in your gleaming new carIve got no secrets, cash or time left to give youBut Ive got something else for you, my friendA crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the pavementAngels delight was a recurring statementBurn a bailiff--spill, dont save itYeah!! burn, mother*****er, burn!Run, run, run, run!You can have what you ask, but not in cash[with a? ] credit card, a payment slashedYou can put it where your mouth used to beYou can put it where your dick used to beYou can [...? ] looking at me, looking at you[...? ] blacklist, [...? ] blacklistWhat do you do when words collapseAnd all thats left is broken glass?I know, I know Im trappedIve got a holiday in a big oak boxWith my friend, the famous pc plod, plod, plod*Kill a cop, kill a cop,You lay a hand on me, Im gonna kill you, cop.Hey! lets all kill some cops.Some bailiffs.*****s.* pc plod is a well known and derogatory name for a british beat cop. its capitalized, like john q. public.
