Militant

Angel out in that blue barrel of mound
Burning my eyes as I look through the crowd
Sit on a razor baby guys a man
Now a black and white picture in a negative land
A troubled little bitch now falling in [?]
Said this [?] free hanging out the [?]
Look back the [?] the end is never near
Solitaire the sun is gone away from you

Baby I’m tired for you
Dark and lonesome lucky is still now
Broken heart a bridge is break over bits
Lost the lonely it’ll fight [?]
Step in Get a broken spell
[?] hours later with his stones
All the [?] later they’re bald
They all get sick in my soul
And I’ll find my body in a turn up tool

Baby I’m tired for you
I can’t touch my soul
You can’t break my soul
You can’t touch my soul
You can’t touch my soul
Baby I’m tired for you
Baby baby