Orange Crush by Rose Polenzani Lyrics

Oh, my friend, with the stolen spare key
I found you out in your long brown coat
Your red shocks I caught stealing from me
Your hands are sticky with orange crush

My lover saw that his top was gone
Red paint gleaming in another's eye
Why, why, why did you take our things?
He didn't know, he gave me back my keys

I never told you that I could fly
Fill my lungs, and rise behind you
I want you to think that I'm an angel come down
To judge you for what you did wrong

He never knew Gabriel could kick so hard
Followed him through the long back yard
Kicked his sex into applesauce
Recounted to him his human flaws

Oh, but then a grave thought occurred to me
My legs went stiff as a cherry tree
To the untrained eye he was a monk in spring
To me he's a beggar on the street
He said the length of my gown is a mighty thing
It makes me a man of mystery
My soul has done well with your martyring
So with your grace I am a newborn king

He priested himself with a cross so slight
It sank inside him like a day in night
And no one mistakes him for a royal flush
He washed his hands of the orange crush

I nailed myself in a grave again
I burned myself with a righteous flame
I wanted to think I was an angel come down
To judge you for what you did wrong