Mac Lethal - My Angel Veronica Lyrics
[intro-spoken]This is not going to be easily understood.You have to pay very very close attention to the storyAnd hopefully you'll be able to get the meaning out of it that I put into it.But if not I'm sorry...Veronica Chappelle was a Kansas City chickThat liked to talk with conviction and slams of wittinessShe like to feel on my hands and make sure I paid attentionAlways interested in what I had to say, she listenedHer father treated her like she was just a slave in prisonShe loved him very much and wouldn't dare to raise against himI wanted her to let me pay a visit to himCause she'd come over to my house abrased and thick with bruisesWouldn't let me know he was abusive in her young daysShe used to freeze my soul and break it with this one phrase:"One day we're gonna meet at the beach, and that's the end."Disgrace is something I could never truly comprehendAnd didn't tryDidn't have a lotta friends just different guys who like to get her highThen strip her flat physique and lick her thighsWe met in eighth grade and clicked ever sinceHer bus stop was last so I never saw her house and never wentA lotta guys tried to ***** her and most of 'em didBut I never asked for more than a friendMy boys was like, "she's just a dumb slut with bare legsthat wears red and talks like a *****in airhead"But she was brilliant though they just didn't know thatShe never had a clever reply to throw backShe'd just seduce 'em calmy with her beautyAlways potent go to the bar and find a new guy to walk back home withI'd give her a disappointed gaze but she'd creep into my spinal column with her little phraseWhich had me steadily in loveBut she was heavy into drugsShe'd get high and tell me about the heaven up aboveLike she knew what made her soul so magnificentOn psychadelics or a dosage of lithiumBlotter postage and ferocious barbituratesNo dope, *****in on some horse pills and MiniThinsLysergic acid had her tremblinFrench kissing off the double stackWith the Hearts minted inShe used to watch my back, she used to say:"Backstabbers are frail, so dogs are smartWhen they chase their tail"She kept me amazedShe kept my soul and made my life with her phrase3:08 a.m. I get a call on my phoneSomething's wrong I can tell by JoJo's toneHe said "Veronica was hit by a train.She committed suicide. Told you that that ***** was insane."I hung up the phone with a rush of tears in my eyes.Bloodstream cool but I was really not surprisedI must've lied in bed for hours maybe even daysThinkin bout she probably used to play me with that phraseAnd talked like she was a mermaid with a great soulLike she was an angelShe'd grab my life and take controlI'd see her at the beach and...It would be good....it would be fine[sound of waves and gulls over words]Let me cry for my angel.As long as the soul is great...Life is great. She's my angel.My angel will save you.Tapped me on my shoulder.But when I open my eyes, no one is there...It's her.
