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Dumb Angel

from Mental Holiday by Jackass Penguins

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A dumb angel on my tracks
Winged cherub won't relax
Imagine that
Flinging arrows is her job
In love with liberty from God
What a gas

Give a dollar to your friend
If it's money you need to lend
You'll feel hollow in the end
It's your heart you need to mend

Her gaze stops me every time
Instead I act so civilized
Imagine that
I dream of sleeping in my bed
I'm just living in my head
What a gas

When you're feeling down and blue
Close your eyes and count to 2
You know what you've got to do
Take a trip to Malibu

I cannot hear her voice aloud
I see it in a puffy cloud
Imagine that
Songs of angels fill my day
When she looks across my way
What a gas

I hope she looks across my way
I hope she doesn't think I'm gay
Or some pervert who will say
"I will knock you up someday"
Give a dollar to your friend
If it's money you need to lend
You'll feel hollow in the end
It's your heart you need to mend
Dumb angel
Dumb angel
Dumb angel on my tracks

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from Mental Holiday, released July 24, 2001

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A lo-fi musical outlet. Started in late 1993 in Riverside. Concerts have been nearly nonexistent, but recording has been prolific. Aside from a few locals and casual fans, the band is willingly obscure.

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