Juarez - Tori Amos

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Juarez

Dropped off the edge again down in Juarez

Don’t even bat an eye

If the eagle cries the rasta man says

Just cause the desert likes your girls flesh

And no angel came.

I don’t think you even know

What you tinbk you just said

So go on

Spill your seed

Shake your gun to the rasta man’s head

And the desert

She must be blessed

And no angel came.

There’s a time to keep it up

A time to keep it in

The Indian is told

The cowboy is his friend

You know that I can breathe

Even when I cheat

Should Should’ve been over for me

No angel came.

No angel came.

No angel came.

No angel came.

No angel came.

No angel came.

No angel came.

No angel came.

No angel came.