I met an angel in a rock and roll band
She made those minor chords
Sound so sweet
Felt like freedom dressed in lace
Wiped mascara off her face
And wrote songs
About being 17
We laid her ashes in Los Angeles
The music took her soul
She said California will kill me
But the day it does I guarantee
They'll play me on the radio
They'll play me on the radio
She has cassette tapes in her chevy van
And a sick black Fender HM
That would make
Her fingers bleed
But she poured out her heart in little bars on
Sunset Boulevard
Even if it was just for the bartender and me
We laid her ashes in Los Angeles
The music took her soul
She said California will kill me
But the day it does I guarantee
They'll play me on the radio
They'll play me on the radio
And the world will say
What a shame
Such a talent gone to waste
And they'll fall in love
A little too late
They'll print her picture in the magazines
Paint her golden
Paint her clean
And they'll fall in love
A little too late
We laid her ashes in Los Angeles
The music took her soul
She said California will kill me
But the day it does I guarantee
They'll play me on the radio
They'll play me on the radio
I knew an angel in a rock and roll band
She made those minor chords
Sound so sweet