Ike Reilly - Angels & Whores lyrics

I wanna know what the f**'s going on One, two, three All the pretty girls call my home They say, "What you doing? Where ya going? What ya singing? What's your song?" I used to look and wonder Are they angels or are they who*es? But I don't look much like that anymore Riding in my Crown Vic Out of school, falf-lit Stop, search, weed, take-down Cop's such a little b**h Lip off the limp dick "Hey, motherf**er, kiss the ground" I used to look and wonder Are they angels or are they who*es? I don't look much like that anymore I'm gonna take the things I loved Yeah, yeah I'm gonna take all the things that I f**ed up Yeah, yeah I was wrong Children, I belong Children, I belong... Children, children Children, I belong to you Yeah yeah, you Yeah yeah, you Yeah yeah, you All my pretty gay friends call my name They say, "Where ya been? You cleaned up You're looking good, where ya playing?" Crosstown, downstate, Eastside Bowry Playing for the p**y and the saps Money undressed me And money molests me As the suburbs s**ed the punk off of my lap I used to look and wonder Are they angels or are they who*es? I don't look much like that (no, no, no) I don't look much like that (no, no, no) I don't look much like that anymore Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore