Blood dryin' in my yellow hair
as I go from shore to shore
I know what it is that has
drawn me to your door
But whatever it could be,
makes you think you've seen me before
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
His eyes were two slits that
would make a snake proud
With a face that any
painter would paint as he walked through the crowd
Worshipping a god with the
body of a woman well endowed
And the head of a hyena
Do I need your permission to
turn the other cheek?
If you can read my mind, why
must I speak?
No, I have heard nothing about
the man that you seek
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
In the valley of the giants
where the stars and stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet
and the milk and honey flowed
I was only following instructions
when the judge sent me down the road
With your subpoena
When you cease to exist, then
who will you blame?
I've tried my best to love
you, but I cannot play this game
Your best friend and my worst
enemy is one and the same
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
There's a black Mercedes rollin'
through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead;
you're down to the bone
Tell me, tall man, where would
you like to be overthrown
Maybe down in Jerusalem or
Argentina?
She was stolen from her mother
when she was three days old
Now her vengeance has been
satisfied and her possessions have been sold
He's surrounded by God's angels
and she's wearin' a blindfold
And so are you, Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
I see pieces of men marching;
trying to take heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider,
I can see the pale white horse
In God's truth tell me what
you want, and you'll have it of course
Just step into the arena
Beat a path of retreat up them
spiral staircases
Pass the tree of smoke, pass
the angel with four faces
Begging God for mercy and
weepin' in unholy places
Angelina
Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
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