he is the angel with the scabbed wings  hard-drug face, want to powder his nose  he will deflower the freshest crop  dry up all the wombswith his rock and roll sores  dead  is what he is, he does what he please  the things that he has you'll never want to see  what you're never gonna be now  sketch a little keyholefor looking-glass people  you don't want to be him  you only want to see him  mommy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow  man can't always reap what he sow  "he is the maker"  (he is the taker)  "he is the saviour"  (he is the raper)  (verse 2)  (chorus)  get back you're never gonna leave him  get back you're always gonna please him