Black Francis Angels Come To Comfort You
Đóng góp: I saw the statue of Herman Brood
It had a lump way down in it's throat
That's because it's heart was broke in two
He played piano really fucking good
From West Berlin to West Hollywood
Prettie r than Brando, he was punker than punk
Slave to rock 'n' roll, and slave to junk
Angels come to comfort you, yes they do
Here they come, they'll lead you by the hand
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They'll take you down the hall
And they will break your fall
He was no saint but he was Dutch
So he could paint, yeah, he had the touch
He felt the angels kiss him on the head
Whispering the name that rhymes with dead
The Hilton Hotel in Amsterdam
Good enough for John and Yoko, man
And now you have the key to 902
Angels come to comfort you
It had a lump way down in it's throat
That's because it's heart was broke in two
He played piano really fucking good
From West Berlin to West Hollywood
Prettie r than Brando, he was punker than punk
Slave to rock 'n' roll, and slave to junk
Angels come to comfort you, yes they do
Here they come, they'll lead you by the hand
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
They'll take you down the hall
And they will break your fall
He was no saint but he was Dutch
So he could paint, yeah, he had the touch
He felt the angels kiss him on the head
Whispering the name that rhymes with dead
The Hilton Hotel in Amsterdam
Good enough for John and Yoko, man
And now you have the key to 902
Angels come to comfort you
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