– The Wrynkles –
“Angels With Dirty Faces”
Words and Music Ron Frederick

Angels with dirty faces hiding out in basement camps
Devils safe in heaven’s graces praying for another chance
Angels with dirty faces coming on like tycoon tramps
Pinky was a punky dude, Soapy was a tough young champ

Rocky was their hero, they’d someday be like him
But above his fist was a weaker wrist and men can’t always win

Rocky died a coward, “God save me” was his cry
“I didn’t mean to kill, can’t you see I’m scared?  Do you think I’d tell a lie?”

New York, you were younger then, they suffered much for you
Your alley’s loved their misery, they gave everything to you

Angels with dirty faces, dead-end kids ‘round the bend
Lives filled with empty spaces, nothing to do but pretend
Angels with dirty faces, waving bloody hands in the air
Devils safe in heaven’s graces, switchblades or fists, they don’t care
Angels with dirty faces, movin’ fast and getting nowhere
Angels with dirty faces, movin’ fast and getting nowhere