Jane Jensen Angel
So the seven deadly sins have their hooks in me
It's not easy being good, and I'm not what I appear to be
I'm easily distracted by the violence and pornography
I don't do the things I should, it's not easy being good, but
I'm gonna fly like an engine
I'm gonna like act like an engine
I'm gonna sing like an angel
I don't care anymore
You like to point out that I don't deal with anger properly
I say things I can't take back, give myself a heart attack, but
I just laugh and take the psycho trauma (?)thrill through(?)
That was fed to me most every day, I was never perfect anyway
I'm gonna fly like an engine
I'm gonna like act like an engine
I'm gonna sing like an angel
I don't care anymore
I'm gonna fly like an engine
I'm gonna like act like an engine
I'm gonna sing like an angel
I don't care anymore
The girl next door
Was left for dead on the highway into Babylon
Found in pieces in pink boxes with pretttty boys
I am sitting on the tabletop and I'm dreaming of the eye of god
And I wish that it was mine; talk to myself, to pass the time
And my last relatives, oh I know just what they would say
They each (?)stick(?) I could, it's not easy being good, and
I'm gonna fly like an engine
I'm gonna like act like an engine
I'm gonna sing like an angel
I don't care anymore
I'm gonna fly like an engine
I'm gonna like act like an engine
I'm gonna sing like an angel
I don't care anymore
