Everyone wants peace
as smooth as silk
warm as mommy’s milk
calm and quiet and still,
comforting as a pain pill,
but she’s a wild thing,
a broken and jagged edged out witch
she’s a wild thing,
a down and ragged wind-blown bitch
she’s a wild thing,
fierce as a gale, straight out of the ditch.

Well I don’t want her company, but she says she wants me,
she’s always hounding me, hounding me down,
She won’t leave me alone, chase me out of every home,
and she don’t just want my clothes, she wants my bones,
she’s jealous as hell, straight from hell,
and if you want Peace, you can have her,
yeah you can have her…

(she’s gonna give you some nine inch nails
she’s gonna send you straight to jail
she’s gonna lock you up in the prison cell of yourself

she’s gonna send you right past go go go
she’s gonna give you your dark night of the soul
she’s gonna give you a trip to the desert for forty days

she’s gonna bring your tower tumbling down
gonna give you a ticket to crazy town
she’s gonna chase you right out of your merry-go-round
merry-go-round, merry-go-round….)

But I think what I called peace was a prissy belle girl
ting-a-ling tutu, ballet twirl,
pink and light blue,
she’ll do what you want her to
gentle and nice,
says thank you twice,
she’s got big doey eyes,
she never tells a lie,
oh but my Peace, lord, she’d rip ting-a-ling apart
kick her in the butt, set her pants on fire,
chase her down the street with no shoes on her feet,
her eyes a-blazing and her fingers barbed wire.

Well I don’t see, I don’t see, I don’t see what she sees in me,
but I know she scares the shit right out of me.
Burning bright eyes, Angel Crone,
if she ever catches me, God have mercy, God have mercy, Angel Crone….