Tainted Angels with Butter Knives
Robert Pollard
Tainted angels with butter knives
Straight from the rummage
They cast their fuels from drunken mules
Jason Lowestein’s a wanker
Thinks me mum's not cool
She’s off to the circus of the train
Oh
Drunken mules and wankers
Up through the air
From tainted angels with butter knives
To wipe away their sins