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She lived with her father down that old dirt road.
He made his living sellin’ all sorts of stuff.
He had a puddle of mud where his heart should have been.
I remember growing up I was her only friend.
He said the pills would ease her pain.
After the first one she was never the same.

She flies with bloody wings.
She wears a barb wire halo.
She is a red dirt angel.
She is a red dirt angel.

She lies and says it’s just a job.
But every night the tears begin to fall.
She made her money in that apartment.
Living off all the soulless men.
She’d slip off that sundress and think about her life.
Take another pill to help her sleep at night.

She flies with bloody wings.
She wears a barb wire halo.
She is a red dirt angel.
She is a red dirt angel.

At the funeral nobody came to pray.
Guess she finally got away from the pain.
Now she flies to that celestial shore.
I just hope heaven has room for one more.
Some bright morning when this life is over,
I’ll fly away.

She flies with bloody wings.
She wears a barb wire halo.
She is a red dirt angel.
She is a red dirt angel.
Last edited by NattyDaddy at Oct 5, 2015,