I have a little red angel
Resting on my sleeve
And all day and night
It whispers dirty deeds.
I try to ignore it
But each day it grows stronger
And I don't think I'll be able
To ignore it for much longer.
It wants me to do things
So horrid and insane
And the very thought of listening
Seems to me so inane.
But the longer I hear it,
The more it starts to make sense.
It's like I almost believe
When it says others are so dense,
When it says other are corrupted
And don't deserve this life,
This gift that they've been given
When they cause so much strife.
And so the little red angel
Says I should amend the shame,
That I should demolish this problem
And they'll all soon learn my name.
After weeks of prying,
I see the little red angel is right.
Why should anyone tolerate
Those who seek a fight?
So with the help of the little red angel
And my sharpened little knife,
I go around the country,
And someday we'll take your life.
