[Chorus]
Angel figurine was staged
But it has slipped from its packaging
Now the whole room has rearranged
But the concrete face hasn’t changed
[Verse 1]
I just wanna make art on the couch
Neighbors complain that we’re too loud
Pissing down someone’s driveway
Tiptoeing over the clocks changing shape
[Chorus]
Angel figurine was staged
But it has slipped from its packaging
Now the whole room has rearranged
But the concrete face hasn’t changed
[Verse 2]
Face was no match for the cobblestone
Cried myself to the emergency room
Belgian man gave me a chocolate bar
When we compared whose nose was crookeder
[Chorus]
Angel figurine was staged
But it has slipped from its packaging
Now the whole room has rearranged
But the concrete face hasn’t changed
Angel figurine was staged
But it has slipped from its packaging
Now the whole room has rearranged
But the concrete face hasn’t changed
[Outro]
The sun hit our eyes before our heads hit the bed
It was dead quiet except the chatter in my head
Electric fence branded my hand
At this rate they say we’ll be dead