Ticket to Paradise - Bellabeth

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