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 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 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