We're angry angels
   with broken wings
   and tortured souls.
   You think we'll save you?

There are just 3 things I need.
A heart and brain and courage
will conquer a world and fill
it with love, care and strength.

Please don't save me from myself
I have my needs and want them.
My shaking hand will write my song
just a ***** with his sharp pen.
The needle holds the promise
of a heaven and an Amen.

I was a catholic schoolboy, altar boy
  totally against abortion. I knocked up
  a cheerleader who still blows bubbles.
  I took her to planned parenthood. We
  lost our problem and were given condoms
  we don't use because we want to be close.

We all throw love at your feet
all you do is walk your street
strutting like the Queen of hearts
with all your pleasure arts.

I'm a little pink punk
    walking to the Waffle House
    with a stray dog named Wendy
    and it's love never in poetry.
    We have no white weddings and
    bride maids and bachelor parties
    or toasts or rice or noisy cans
    on a string or honeymoon. We
    have Motel 6 and Waffle House
    and tricks and dealers and us.