She did not like coffee in the morning
She did not like to eat at lunch
Resistance at dinner
You know the heart of a sinner
She loves the sound of sweet death
Her heart beats slower within her chest
Her treasure is buried deep
The mountain she made appears so steep
The stairway to the deep
The hill provided a step
A rope to climb her way out
A handle to lift her up
And a band to hold her clear
Death to America was their cheer
Drunken driving unable to steer
What did they fear
With heaven so near?
A love to them became so queer
Unnatural in ways became their path
Pointing fingers at the other one's way
They do not listen to what the Angels say
Life and death do divide
But a blackened heart never can hide
The day had come to pick a side.