Alex Walton - I Need The Angel

I'm a hypnagogic terrorist
I'm a hypochondriac blessed
With the knowledge of how
Many people ain't alive
And the way they all dressed
I feel my bile rising
Like so many red blue jeans
Tell me babe whatever happened
To all those 20-something dreams

I must need the angel cuz she sure
As hell don't need me
She don't need me
I must need the angel so i can
Have a place to be

I'm in the excavator
I'm holding knives in my mouth
It's out of obligation since
I was forced to move down south
I'm in Port Chicago
Waiting for my angel to report
She's got 20 faces
And her hair's 8 miles short

I must need the angel cuz she sure
As hell don't need me
She don't need me
I must need the angel so i can
Have a place to be

When i die burn me to ash
And throw away everything i
Own let him play his trumpet
And don't unlock my cell phone
If you hear these songs tonight
And think they might be about
You they probably are so don't ask
Questions you don't wanna know
The answers to

I must need the angel cuz she sure
As hell don't need me
She don't need me
I must need the angel so i can
Have a place to be
She don't need me
A place to be
She don't need me
A place to be
She don't need me
A place to be
I need the angel
I need the angel
I need the angel