You sit here all night, drink until your mind's so tight
Waiting for a better song, you won't have her company too long
Because the last time I saw you, you were out painting city central red
Last time I saw you, you were out knocking hats off people's heads
You're a saint in a world where the only cardinal sin is to be bored
You'll do what you love, you'll love what you do, you won't ask what it's for

The angel dust

You sit here all night, drink until your mind's so tight
What am I supposed to do with you?
If you get bored there's no telling what you might do
Because the last time I saw you, you were out painting city central red
Last time I saw you, you were out knocking hats off people's heads
Threw your bag across your back: you said you may, may not be back

The angel dust