Little Liza was a looker Moved down town to fashion model Got turned out, became a hooker Polish doll eyes rimmed with glamour She was our hometown Cinderella Barely legal she got murdered Didn't make the local papers Fame such a fickle drug
To all our Angels gone before We pour this first sip on the floor Angels gone before, this one's for you
For those we've loved and left behind In suburbs just north of despair Where angry gangs of pack girls roam And gloss their bitter sneers To beauties past their sell-by dates In strip bar malls they congregate With weary wombs they contemplate That good year in their lives The guys who sit in Lincoln Park Reminiscing in the in the dark Washing down their tuinal With Mad Dog 20/20 Picking at their battle scars Acquired in the heroin wars Talking 'bout the guys they met In prison at Valhalla
To all our Angels gone before We pour this first sip on the floor Angels gone before, this one's for you
Billy's wife had hated guns 'Til the day she ate one And Billy never shut his mouth As he pushed their baby carriage To those we lost or passed away Nodded off on judgement day Dropped the soap, or dropped a dime Ran out of love, ran out of time
To all our Angels gone before We pour this first sip on the floor Angels gone before This one's for You