《The Angel》歌词

[00:00:01] The Angel - Bruce Springsteen

[00:00:04] The angel rides with hunch-backed children

[00:00:14] Poison oozing from his engine

[00:00:24] Wielding love as a lethal weapon

[00:00:35] On his way to hubcap heaven

[00:00:45] Baseball cards poked in his spokes

[00:00:55] His boots in oil he's patiently soaked

[00:01:05] The roadside attendant nervously jokes as

[00:01:14] The angels tires strokes his precious pavement

[00:01:24] The interstates choked with nomadic

[00:01:34] Hordes in volkswagen vans with full

[00:01:37] Running boards dragging great anchors

[00:01:43] Followin dead-end signs into the sores

[00:01:53] The angel rides by humping

[00:01:57] His hunk metal whore

[00:02:05] Madison avenues claim to fame in a

[00:02:15] Trainer bra with eyes like rain

[00:02:24] She rubs against the weather-beaten frame

[00:02:33] And asks the angel for his name

[00:02:41] Off in the distance the marble dome

[00:02:50] Reflects across the flatlands with a

[00:02:54] Naked feel off into parts unknown

[00:03:00] The woman strokes his polished chrome

[00:03:10] And lies beside the angels bones