Angel (feat. Lydia Lunch)

My pretty my pretty

Your reddening ribbons

What the devil made me do

I did to you

I took sugar and spice

And ran it blue

And I know in this world

The wicked have a place

Angel Angel Angel

I was good for nothing

And even that was a bargain

For the garbage in your garden

But you know

You know

You must believe me when I say

I never meant

To harm you

But the road to hell

Is paved with good intention

And it seems like just yesterday

When I heard you mention

Your old man was coming home

And I had to leave a while

Your old man was coming home

And I had to leave awhile

I had to go

So I crept around

By the yellowing window

Watching the tale tattle

Not wanting to believe my eyes

Or listen to the whisper of my pistol

As another man took what I thought was Mine

I thought I’d die

So I crept around by the back

And I undid the latch

And with a firing iron in my hand

I made everything right

Wrong again

I shot him once

Oh pretty oh pretty

Your reddening ribbons

What the devil made me do

I did to you

I took sugar and spice

And ran it blue

And I know in this world

The wicked have a place