Guardian Angel

Many tales from Bikers pertaining to their fate

Because of an angel their demise seemed to wait

Being close to becoming roadkill there was no doubt

At the last moment an angel would help them out

A beautiful angel perched on the back of a scoot

If he could only see her, she would have to be cute

A righteous lady, clean and pure as the driven snow

Waiting to keep a stoned Biker out of a fence row

With a sweet innocent voice only heard in his head

Time after time she has kept him from being just dead

What a wonderful thought, knowing she is there

Leaning against the bar with the wind in her hair

I guess all guardian angels are not exactly the same

My trashy angel, to the rest has brought much shame

She was having sex with a demon as I hit the ditch

I lay there bleeding, thinking, what a total bitch