Jackson Jackson - Angel Dust текст песни

Give me a pocketful of change or I'll shoot you dead
Well i'm sorry but I have nothing to spare
I only brought three dollars thirty for the train fare
10 cents change and I threw it in the air

An angel snatched it up out of the breeze
It was Gibriel, the real deal, the burner of the fleas, he said
Even angels have to beg for their supper now
The end of the world is cancelled, Jesus gone to the Bahammas with Mohammed