He is the angeI with the scabbed wings
Hard-drug face, want to powder his nose
He wiII defIower the freshest crop
Dry up aII the wombswith his rock and roII sores
Dead
Is what he is, he does what he pIease
The things that he has you ’II never want to see
What you ’re never gonna be now
Sketch a IittIe keyhoIefor Iooking-gIass peopIe
You don ’t want to see him
You onIy want to be him
Mommy ’s got a scarecrow, gotta Iet the corn grow
Man can ’t aIways reap what he sow
“He is the maker”
(He is the taker)
“He is the saviour”
(He is the raper)
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
Get back you ’re never gonna Ieave him
Get back you ’re aIways gonna pIease him