Angels

If you could sleep and dream of angels, knowing that they're watching.
When we come out of Tesco's; lotto fags and whiskey,
and back at home with sweety,
you and me and druggie; our lives all set out nicely!
They think we all are punk rock but we are reading Prufrock,
and you know my wife wiil suck cock, and we are drunk already, but we are not allowed love wer'e allowed just trauma and death and screaming babies that cannot have a future,
they believed in 'love the people' all before me
the people I respected, the dummies that are dead, I've seen the cunts that were there who reinventented history and stole away a country and made us cry for ...........

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