OFF COLOR ANGEL

Glassy beer bottle popsicles at the party
And an orange, pink purple panty-hose on the ceiling
People passeed out on the floor all around
In the middle of a coffee table set by the wall
Sits an off color angel just returned from a fall
She says "Things are not what they seem
"Things are not what they seem."

Tundra-faced copy-catters crawl to the light
They pray this day will treat them better than did last night
Then they trade their porcelain gods for a nonchalant nod
As the off color angel makes her way to the door
All she wanted was a good time but she feels like a whore
She says "Things are not what they seem
Things are not what they seem."

(Spoken)
So the off color angel makes her way quietly from the house
She gets into her car and looks into the rearview mirror
So she can pull out of her parking place
But all she sees is her face
She's startled by the reflection
It looks just like her
Cigarette ash skin and sunken hollow eyes
Earthworms eat their way through to her soul
She blinks and they're gone
Replaced by strands of matted hair
But she knows she wasn't wrong
Things are not what they seem

Glassy beer bottle popsicles at the party
And an orange, pink, purple panty-hose on the ceiling
People passed out on the floor all around
Off color angel
Things are not what they seem
Things are not what they seem

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