I've been sitting today all alone
Seeing the dogs out there fighting their own
Well they all look like people with tears
Chasing each other for plastic and shit
Still the old man will sit on his bench
Feeding the birds, his intelligence I apprehend
And in between five or six he would sing
For his lady, well I go like this
'Oh my baby, rebel lady
May have something, she may have something
Oh my baby, rebel angel
Made for something, she's made of something'
See that girl don't even know left from right
She doesn't care as long as her tan is alright
Watching the piots how far they do walk
Shooting themselves in the air scalings with cork
'Oh my baby, rebel lady
Made for something, she may have something
Oh my baby, rebel angel
Made for something, she may have something'
Still the old man will sit on his bench
Feeding the birds, his intelligence I apprehend
And in between five or six he would sing
For his lady, well I go like this
'Oh my baby, rebel lady
May have something, she may have something
Oh my baby, rebel angel
Made for something, she's made of something'
