The Fatima Mansions - Angel's Delight lyrics

A necklace of rubberburning bright

A burning rubber necklace for my angel's delight

A holiday in a boxopportunity knocks

For the rich man's militia photographing my block

Kill a cop. why the hell not?

Yeah!! burnmotherfuckerburn!

I got a word for you: dead

Got a trampoline--your fuckin' head

You roll down my street in your gleaming new car

I've got no secretscash or time left to give you

But I've got something else for youmy friend

A crack in the restless nighta broken bone on the pavement

Angel's delight was a recurring statement

Burn a bailiff--spilldon't save it

Yeah!! burnmotherfuckerburn!

Runrunrunrun!

You can have what you askbut not in cash

[with a? ] credit carda payment slashed

You can put it where your mouth used to be

You can put it where your dick used to be

You can [...? ] looking at melooking at you

[...? ] blacklist[...? ] blacklist

What do you do when words collapse

And all that's left is broken glass?

I knowI know I'm trapped

I've got a holiday in a big oak box

With my friendthe famous pc plodplodplod*

Kill a copkill a cop

You lay a hand on meI'm gonna kill youcop.

Hey! let's all kill some cops.

Some bailiffs.

Assholes.

* "pc plod" is a well known and derogatory name for a british beat cop. it's capitalizedlike "john q. public."