ON THE WINGS OF DIRTY ANGELS

On the wings of dirty angels I was playing it for broke
I was hidin from my shadow
I was blowing holy smoke
Don’t look back I know he’s back there
Wearin black without a sound
Hand me down that ole jack daniels and I’ll drink him in the ground…jd
Well the dark sucks up the sunset
Headlights swarm around like flies
Yea I’ll meet ‘em down at barney’s
godam I hope they ain’t on time
There’s a cold spot in the basement where the sunlight never falls
And god knows without temptation…well I’d have no friends at all
Here we go…

On the wheels of something wicked
On the edge of suicide
By the wings of dirty angels
Please…st. peter won’t you let ‘em slide

Well…Ladybird…she was my lady
And witherspoon was just as close
Yea the three of us together were father son and holy ghost
Well witherspoon thought he was jesus
Ah but Ladybird had all that soul
Yea but neither of them realized they left me with the hardest role
Yea well witherspoon walked on pool tables
And he crucified himself on beer
Well he threw his cigarettes like handgrenades
and mixed whiskey with his fear
Yea Ladybird said “Hey hell it ain’t worth it”
“No I can’t breathe round here no more”
So she flew back to Vancouver but she got lost out on the road

On the wheels of something wicked
On the edge of suicide
By the wings of dirty angles
Please…st. peter won’t you let ‘um slide

Well I wrote this song on a road map cross the state of Illinois
Yea I know this girl that lives there
but I don’t talk to her no more
I got friends in Alabama yea I got friends in Tennessee
and I got maps across my memory of the way things used to be
But I’m over all that shit
On the wings of dirty angles I was playin it by heart
I was blowin all my money and honey don’t you know
that’s a dyin art
Yea well some people say we’re evil
Yea and everybody says we’re wrong
I say we’re only dirty angels that forgot to fly back home

On the wheels of something wicked
On the edge of suicide
By the wings of dirty angels
Please…st. peter won’t you let ‘em slide
Won’t you let ‘em slide
Come on man
Come on saint….peter