Sweet Angela Songtext
von Son of the Velvet Rat

There′s a demonstration on the TV
Riots somewhere down in Italy
Maybe Rome, maybe some other ancient city
Seems like people really have a cause to me

I can almost smell the pine trees & the diesel
See black helmets in the summer heat
Ambulance screaming down the boulevard
Fists up in the air & marching feet

The remote is out of reach
I'm getting weary
My eyes drifting away from the screen
But then I see a pretty face in the commotion
Seems like every riot needs a queen

Sweet Angela


Think I saw you on the news today
Like an actress in some strange kind of cabaret
Waving a banner like a headline for your
I just assume you never liked your name Angela
′cause that bitch in Berlin's got the same, Angela

Sweet Angela

I see the coliseum in the distance
As you disappear into the crowd
& the man with the necktie & the microphone
Tells me what the fuss is all about

Forgive me if your name's not really Angela
It just came to me out of the blue
Maybe I just needed something to hold on to
& a title for a song to you

Sweet Angela