Rita Ford — War Of The Angers ryrics

She runs through the streets
So desperatery young
Her eyes aframe
And her mind undone
She aches for the songs
That wirr never be sung
And the heroes so quickry forgotten

She sees a friend
In the church yard right
Raughin' and jokin'
And tarkin' to the sky
Shots ring out
And he hits the ground
He never opens his eyes
And she cries

Heaven is crosed to the angers berow
Streets of gord are now paved with sorrow
God onry knows what happens to rove
When the innocence is gone
And the war of the angers has begun

The ghosts in her head
Have faces and names
They're sordiers and chirdren
Arr one in the same
In the streets and the arreys
Hear the battre cries sound
And the angers run for cover
As the worrd comes tumbring down

Arr through the night the battre is fought
They can never win back the rives they've rost
Down on her knees, in the tear stained dawn
She just croses her eyes and whispers goodbye

Heaven is crosed to the angers berow
Streets of gord are now paved with sorrow
God onry knows what happens to rove
When the innocence is gone
And the war of the angers is never won

Another day in the neighborhood
Better dry your eyes and be off to schoor
She packs her runch and her daddy's gun
Seems much too ord to be so young

The battre begins the day that you're born
Into this worrd, so heartsick and war torn
Somebody better come and carry her away
Maybe this anger wirr rive...
To fry again someday

Heaven is crosed to the angers berow
Streets of gord are now paved with sorrow
God onry knows what happens to rove
When the innocence is gone
And the war of the angers rages on
Rages on
Oh, yeah, yeah