Angel

[Problem Child]

Angel

It is a hurtin' thing you don't wanna talk about it
Pain in your heart well it's takin' your breath away
You left it in lipstick on the mirror no use talkin' about it
Love like this just don't come along every day

CHORUS:
Somebody just stop calling you angel
Somebody just let love get up and go downtown
Somebody just stop calling you angel
Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down

They called you Tookie in high school, you didn't mind it too much
Kind of nice to have a nickname, kind of like they thought about it
You wish that it stuck with you, didn't have to trade it in on
Some crazy lover's pet name, wind up hurtin' so much

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE:
He peeled the skin off of the world and you stopped breathin'
You drew a breath, he sighed, the air was freezin'
Two blood-red hearts pumpin' hard out in the open
You skinned your knee at kickball
Twenty years ago against all hopin'

Y'all put that hammer down and drove through love's angel food cake
Tastin' every spongy layer and lickin' frosting off the moon
Wild-eyed with excitement but childishly disappointed
Maybe even tasted better when mama let you lick the spoon
REPEAT CHORUS

-John Hiatt

 

[Siren]

What is the song for?

 

[Bastet]

who is john hiatt?

 

[Problem Child]

Good As She Could Be

Well she was a millionaire
Before she was fourteen
But there was an emptiness there
That to practically everyone else could be seen
She hit up on the drug of love
Though there was no hole in her arm
There was a hole some place else
About as big as dady 10.000 acre farm

CHORUS:
Oh, she was dying for it
For all the world to see
Ah, she was as good as she could be

Well she had a baby at eighteen
Never finished high school
Her husband beat her for money and sex
Till that cadillac finally ran out of fuel
One disaster led to another
Down to her and her baby son
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth
Headed south now
Cause she was never born to run

REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT CHORUS

Well her momma died last year
And her daddy he called her back home
But when he opened the door
He could not recognize
This spectre of hair and bone
But it was his own baby child
Though she looked like an old woman now
Well she lived ten lifetimes in five years
Anywhere that the law would allow

REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT CHORUS
Yeah, she was good as she could be
Ah, she was good as she could be

-John Hyatt