The Fatima Mansions Angel's Delight Lyrics

Viva Dead Ponies Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Angel's Delight
  • 2 Concrete Block
  • 3 Mr. Baby
  • 4 The Door-to-Door Inspector
  • 5 Start the Week
  • 6 You're a Rose
  • 7 Legoland 3
  • 8 Thursday
  • 9 CeauČ™escu Flashback
  • 10 Broken Radio No. 1
  • 11 Concrete Block
  • 12 Look What I Stole for Us, Darling
  • 13 Farewell Oratorio
  • 14 The White Knuckle Express
  • 15 Chemical Cosh
  • 16 Tima Mansio Speaks
  • 17 A Pack of Lies
  • 18 Viva Dead Ponies
  • 19 More Smack, Vicar
  • A burning rubber necklace for my angel's delight
    A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks
    for the rich man's militia photographing my block
    Kill a cop. Why the hell not?

    YEAH!! Burn, motherfucker, burn!
    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 secrets, cash or time left to give you
    but I've got something else for you, my friend
    A crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the pavement
    Angel's delight was a recurring statement
    Burn a bailiff--spill, don't save it

    YEAH!! Burn, motherfucker, burn!
    Run, run, run, run!
    You can have what you ask, but not in cash
    [with a?] credit card, a 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 me, looking at you
    [...?] blacklist, [...?] blacklist
    What do you do when words collapse
    and all that's left is broken glass?
    I know, I know I'm trapped

    I've got a holiday in a big oak box
    with my friend, the famous PC Plod, Plod, Plod*
    Kill a cop, kill a cop,
    you lay a hand on me, I'm gonna kill you, cop.
    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 capitalized, like "John Q. Public."


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