Ticket to Paradise

In her Sunday dress isn’t she a doll
Never unprepared she’s got her armor on
Enemies in the streets in the schools in her sheets
They need her to be weak
She’ll be highly exposed with her heart made of gold
They will tear at her soul
She wants angels falling from the sky
She can’t wait to watch those sinners die
Waiting for the end hoping for the worst
She’s not just anyone she’s a chosen girl
Enmies in the streets in the schools in hr sheets
They need her to be weak
She’ll be highly exposed with her heart made of gold
They will tear at her soul
She wants angels falling from the sky
She can’t wait to watch those sinners die
There’ll be riders culling from above
All those heathens in the name of love
I don’t feel haunted
I am devoted
For paradise you need a ticket and I own it
Enjoy the choir
Your lake of fire
I can not join you I’ll be staying so much higher
She wants angels falling from the sky
She can’t wait to watch those sinners die
There’ll be riders culling from above
All those heathens in the name of love