Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Angel , by - Bruce Springsteen. Release date: 04.01.1973
Song language: English
The Angel |
| The angel rides with hunchbacked children, poison oozing from his engine |
| Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven |
| Baseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil he’s patiently soaked |
| The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angel’s tires stroke his precious |
| pavement |
| The interstate’s choked with nomadic hordes |
| In Volkswagen vans with full running boards |
| Dragging great anchors, followin' dead-end signs into the sores |
| The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore |
| Madison Avenue’s claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain |
| She rubs against the weatherbeaten frame and asks the angel for his name |
| Off in the distance the marble dome reflects across the flatlands with a naked |
| feel off into parts unknown |
| The woman strokes his polished chrome and lies beside the angel’s bones |