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)

(verse 2)

(chorus)

get back you're never gonna leave him

get back you're always gonna please him