You See Angel Jésus

You seen Angel Jésus?
All dirty face and starfish limbs draped across the city
His red rash lights up the building
Look, listen to forked tongues
He's hanging out the window in the tunnel while trains pass his body
And whistles scream like mosquitos in his ears
And it's locked up, locked up in cages of pages they wrote
And right there on page, right there on page five it says:
"I'd like out of this situation"
"I want out of this situation"

Hey, you seen Angel Jésus?
Pops seen him paraded head down, head down like some jalopy pagentry
Marching straight towards big trouble he need
Marching straight towards big trouble he need
Got his foot in the door and his nose to the floor
Yeah, foot in the door and his nose to the floor
"I'd like out of this situation"
"I want out of this situation"

Cab broke down by my side my road
Say some Thai-guy push him back downtown
Side split in two, double joint in his crown
Bloated big and bad to a quarter five nines
They pull out his pockets five, five, five hundred times
And you give and you give
And they take and they take
Extending, extending a hand they're refusing to shake
Bone picked dry
Like the, like the leaves of a tree
And I'd like out
I want out