Lyrics Angel with a Machine Gun - Samson

Bestial, celestial angel of fury
Keep my engine running when I've run out of gas
Sucker, fighter, never seen anyone like her
Tell me when I'm going down, I'm coming quick
I'm in your town

Dressed to kill
I guess I want to die
Can't do it, but I want to try
Yeah

Good times, looks fine, blowing the horn
Screaming for my life, but all my babies are born
Meeting, eating, squeezing my life
Thought she was a hooker
Better wait 'til the next time

Dressed to kill
I guess I want to die
You know I wanna

Angel with a machine gun
Ow! Good times, she looks fine, blowing the horn
Screaming for my life, but all my babies are born
Meeting, eating, squeezing my life
Thought she was a hooker
Better wait 'til the next time

Dressed to kill
I guess I want to die
You know I wanna...
You

Angel with a machine gun
Roll me over, do me blind
Rock and rolling, ease my pain
Angel with a machine gun