Angels Lyrics - The Tiger Lillies

She sang like an angel 

To the chattering plates 

But your pimp and your pusher 

You both thought were great 

Well, you earned enough money 

To pay for your stuff 

It's great having brown skin 

It doesn't show up 

You sang like an angel 

To the chattering cups 

At the end of the day 

You weren't tough enough 

Your pimp and your pusher 

Well, they beat you up 

Well, it's great having brown skin 

It doesn't show up 

Well, your voice became sand-paper 

Sand-paper worn 

As your heart, it was broken 

Your heart, it was torn 

And when you died 

The police all queued up 

It's great having brown skin 

It doesn't show up