Volbeat Rebel Angel
I've been sitting today all alone Seeing the dogs out there fighting their own Well they all look like people with tears (or teeth?) Chasing each other for plastic and shit
Still the old man will sit on his bench Feeding the birds, his intelligence I apprehend And in between five or six he would sing The finest lady, well I go like this:
'Oh my baby, rebel lady, May have something, she may have something Oh my baby, rebel angel Made for something, she's made of something'
See that girl don't even know left from right She doesn't care as long as her tan is alright Watching the pilots(?) how far they do walk Shooting themselves only escalates my cork (???)
'Oh my baby, rebel lady, Made for something, she may have something Oh my baby, rebel angel Made for something, she may have something'
rpt verse 2, chorus
It's not totally right, I'm sure, but it's vaguely close (I hope!)
