High in the hills there's an angel and the ghost in chains. Here in your arms there's a desert where it always rains. As your legs begin to spread how I wish I was not dead.
When I got home there was blood on the door. I saw you lying on the kitchen floor. I ran down the hallway, when I saw what he did. And found our little bitty baby lying dead in her crib.
Blood in my mouth, blood in my mouth. Don't you try to kiss me when there's blood in my mouth. Blood on my face, blood on my face. Don't you take pictures when there's blood on my face.
Pardon me my dear you've gone straight to my head. It's now been two months that i expected to be dead. And i can swear on this but I can't be sure. I think the hands of fate just got a manicure.
128 time seemed to her to be some sort of. Life of crime. With the handcuffs and the billy clubs. Coming down on me. She said rock 'n roll don't give her nothing.