I ask "Am I dead?"
She says "Yes, of course"
It's fuckin' hard to guess
Am I stoned or cursed
My head weights a fuckin' ton
A little time before the dawn
The angel comes down to bless
I wonder all the things she says
"God is dead
We gotta have a drink
Down in the pile
Of mortal sin"
I can take a look
Into her vile prism
See all that death, sex
And occultism
My cock weights a fuckin' ton
A little time before the dawn
The angel comes down to us
I wonder all the things she does
"God is dead
We gotta have a drink
Down in the pile
Of mortal sin
God is dead
We gotta have a booze
I am hot
You got nothing to lose"
She's the rebel angel
Bitch of the devil
She's the rebel angel
Bitch of the devil
Oh my rebel angel