Bruce Springsteen – The Angel Lyrics  Share

From Bruce Springsteen's album: Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J.

The angel rides with hunch-backed children, poison oozing from his engine
Wieldin^, love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven
Baseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil he^,s patiently soaked
The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angel^,s tires strokes his
precious pavement
The interstate^,s choked with nomadic hordes in Volkswagen vans with full running boards dragging great anchors
Followin^, dead-end signs into the sores
The angel rides by humpin^, his hunk metal whore
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Madison Avenue^,s claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain
She rubs against the weather-beaten frame and asks the angel for his name
Off in the distance the marble dome reflects across the flatlands with a
naked feel off into parts unknown
The woman strokes his polished chrome and lies beside the angel^,s bones
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