[Lyric] Congealer (Angels in America)

It's me
I get congealed
[?]
Burn the whole deal

Just how simple a book
The whole gaze that you shook
'cause it ain't a good time

And the hand on the wheel
And the body of steel
Smashed to scrap [?]

Twist away

Just how simple you are
Yeah you ride in your car
And you roll through the town

The need to do bad
That you saw that you had
And you watered it down
You're cooking his wife
With the big kitchen knife
Held up against the world's throat

[?]
At the end of her rope

That's the way you always know
[?]
[?]
Take a chance on a brand new dance

Twist away