he is the angel with the scabbed wings


hard-drug face, want to powder his nose


he will deflower the freshest crop


dry up all the wombswith his rock and roll sores


dead


is what he is, he does what he please


the things that he has you·ll never want to see


what you·re never gonna be now


sketch a little keyholefor looking-glass people


you don·t want to be him


you only want to see him


mommy·s got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow


man can·t always reap what he sow


"he is the maker"


(he is the taker)


"he is the saviour"


(he is the raper)