Ike Reilly Angels and Whores lyrics

Ike Reilly
Salesmen and Racists
Angels and Whores
(I wanna know what the fuck's goin on)

What?

(One, two, three)

All the pretty girls call my home
They say what you doin?
Where ya goin?
What ya singin?
What's your song?
I used to look and wonder
Are they angels or are they whores?
But I don't look much like that anymore

Ridin in my Crown Vic
Outta school, Half-lit
Stop, search, weed, take-down
Cop's such a little bitch
Lip off, the limp dick
Hey mother fucker kiss the ground

(Chorus)
I used to look and wonder

Are they angels or are they whores?
But I don't look much like that anymore

I'm gonna take the things I loved (yeah yeah)
I'm gonna take all the things that I fucked up (yeah yeah)
I was wrong
Children I belong...Children I belong...
Children (children)
Children (children)
Children I belong to you
Yeah yeah you (yeah yeah you) (x3)

All my pretty gay friends call my name
They say where ya been?
You cleaned up
You're lookin good
Where ya playin?
Crosstown, Downstate, Eastside Bowry
Playin for the pussy and the saps
Money undressed me and money molest me
As the suburbs set the punk off of my lap

(Chorus)