Angel In Hell
Not her fault she fell
ANGEL IN HELL
When the cloud broke the poor little creature fell,
Dropping through the heavens and right into hell.
“Please let me go. Can’t you see I’m divine?”
Satan singed her wings, “This domain is mine!”
Angel’s not well
She woke up in Hell
Not her fault she fell
No one can tell
From the rotting smell
But Angel’s in Hell.
Angel’s in Hell getting burned by the fire.
No Heavenly hand will come from up higher.
No help for the damned but a wicked black fist.
Knuckles of love whenever he’s pissed.
His hole, his turf, his castle, his flames.
Angels in hell play the Devil’s deadly games.
With the smoke in your mind, you’re ready for the knife
Angel’s gonna get the habit that steals your life.
With one hellish prick, she found the mainline.
On the souls of the poor angels, the Devil will dine.
Angel’s not well
She woke up in hell
Not her fault she fell
No one can tell
From the rotting smell
But listen for her yell
Angel’s in hell.
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