text: 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 hes patiently soaked
  The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angels tires stroke his precious pavement
  The interstates 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 Avenues 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 angels bones