[00:01.75]The Angel - Bruce Springsteen
[00:04.14]The angel rides with hunch-backed children
[00:14.28]Poison oozing from his engine
[00:24.62]Wielding love as a lethal weapon
[00:35.15]On his way to hubcap heaven
[00:45.54]Baseball cards poked in his spokes
[00:55.37]His boots in oil he's patiently soaked
[01:05.31]The roadside attendant nervously jokes
[01:14.78]As the angel's tires stroke his precious pavement
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[01:24.40]The interstate's choked with nomadic hordes
[01:34.07]In Volkswagen vans with full running boards
[01:38.86]Dragging great anchors
[01:43.05]Followin' dead-end signs into the sores
[01:53.19]The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore
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[02:05.81]Madison avenues claim to fame
[02:14.87]In a trainer bra with eyes like rain
[02:24.64]She rubs against the weather-beaten frame
[02:33.15]And asks the angel for his name
[02:41.41]Off in the distance the marble dome
[02:50.52]Reflects across the flatlands
[02:54.54]With a naked feel off into parts unknown
[03:00.81]The woman strokes his polished chrome
[03:10.57]And lies beside the angels bones