Rebel Angel

I've been sitting today all alone
Seeing the dogs out there fighting their own
Well they all look like people with tears (or teeth?)
Chasing each other for plastic and [bad word] 
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
The finest 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 pilots(?) how far they do walk
Shooting themselves only escalates my 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'

rpt verse 2, [bad word] 
It's not totally right, I'm sure, but it's vaguely close (I hope!)