The Angel-Bruce Springsteen

[ti:The Angel] [ar:Bruce Springsteen] [al:Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Angel - Bruce Springsteen [00:04.14]The angel rides with hunch-backed children [00:11.95] [00:14.28]Poison oozing from his engine [00:21.66] [00:24.62]Wielding love as a lethal weapon [00:32.38] [00:35.15]On his way to hubcap heaven [00:42.92] [00:45.54]Baseball cards poked in his spokes [00:53.09] [00:55.37]His boots in oil he's patiently soaked [01:02.57] [01:05.31]The roadside attendant nervously jokes as [01:13.56] [01:14.88]The angels tires strokes his precious pavement [01:22.09] [01:24.40]The interstates choked with nomadic [01:32.90] [01:34.07]Hordes in volkswagen vans with full [01:37.72]Running boards dragging great anchors [01:41.12] [01:43.05]Followin dead-end signs into the sores [01:51.92] [01:53.19]The angel rides by humping [01:57.12] [01:57.95]His hunk metal whore [02:01.46] [02:05.81]Madison avenues claim to fame in a [02:15.34]Trainer bra with eyes like rain [02:22.01] [02:24.64]She rubs against the weather-beaten frame [02:31.15] [02:33.15]And asks the angel for his name [02:40.24] [02:41.41]Off in the distance the marble dome [02:49.04] [02:50.86]Reflects across the flatlands with a [02:54.52]Naked feel off into parts unknown [02:59.95] [03:00.81]The woman strokes his polished chrome [03:08.34] [03:10.57]And lies beside the angels bones