Angel
She sang like an angel
To the chattering plates
But your pimp and your pusher
You both thought were great
Well, you earned enough money
To pay for your stuff
It's great having brown skin
It doesn't show up
You sang like an angel
To the chattering cups
At the end of the day
You weren't tough enough
Your pimp and your pusher
Well, they beat you up
Well, It's great having brown skin
It doesn't show up
Well, your voice became sand-paper
Sand-paper worn
As your heart it was broken
Your heart it was torn
And when you died
The police all queued up
It's great having brown skin
It doesn't show up
Ángel
Cantaba como un ángel
A las placas de parloteo
Pero tu proxeneta y tu empujador
Los dos pensaron que eran geniales
Bueno, ganaste suficiente dinero
Para pagar tus cosas
Es genial tener piel marrón
No aparece
Cantaste como un ángel
A las copas de parloteo
Al final del día
No fuiste lo suficientemente duro
Tu proxeneta y tu empujador
Bueno, te golpearon
Bueno, es genial tener piel marrón
No aparece
Bueno, tu voz se convirtió en papel de lija
Papel de lija desgastado
Como tu corazón se rompió
Tu corazón estaba destrozado
Y cuando moriste
La policía hizo cola
Es genial tener piel marrón
No aparece