Funny how secrets travel
I’d start to believe if I were to bleed
Thin skies, the man chains his hands held high [bad word] me blond [bad word] me babe
blond belief beyond beyond beyond
No return
No return

I’m deranged
Deranged my love
I’m deranged down down down
So [bad word] me babe, [bad word] me baby
And the rain sets in
It’s the angel-man
I’m deranged
 [bad word] me, [bad word] me, [bad word] me baby

The clutch of live and the fist of love
Over your head
Big deal Salaam
Be real deranged Salaam
Before we reel
I’m deranged

And the rain sets in
It’s the angel-man
I’m deranged

And the rain sets in
It’s the angel-man
I’m deranged
 [bad word] me, [bad word] me, [bad word] me baby

I’m deranged

And the rain sets in
It’s the angel-man