There's a gypsy angel, she's dancing in my living room
She's saying pack your bags boy, we gonna leave soon
We gotta run and hide, ain't no room on the other side, no
You're gonna lose your mind, unless you get purified
This love is like a razor, pressed against my throat
I've stayed up too late and I've had too much to smoke
Oh those dogs from hell, how I can hear them hound
Maybe this angel here is the one now that's keeping me down
Well baby now I can see, ain't no room for you or me
This devil here makes three, maybe he will purify me
This love is like a razor, pressed against my throat
I've stayed up too late and I've had too much to smoke
This love is like a razor, pressed against my throat
I've stayed up too late and I've had too much to smoke