Rebel Angel

I've been sitting today, all alone
Seeing the dogs out there, fighting their own
Well, they all look like people with tears
Chasing each other for plastic and shit
Still, the old man will sit on his bench
Feeding the birds, his intelligence I apprehend
And in between five or six, he would sing
For his lady, well I go like this
Oh, my baby
Rebel lady
May have something
She may have something
Oh, my baby
Rebel angel
Made for something
She's made of something
See, that girl don't even know left from right
She doesn't care, as long as her tan is alright
Watching the pious, how far do they walk
Shooting themselves in the air, scalings with cork
Oh, my baby
Rebel lady
Made of something
She's made of something
Oh, my baby
Rebel angel
Made for something
She may have something
Still, the old man will sit on his bench
Feeding the birds, his intelligence I apprehend
And in between five or six, he would sing
For his lady, well I go like this
Oh, my baby
Rebel lady
Made of something
She's made of something
Oh my baby
Rebel angel
Made for something
She's made of something