She's Too Much Nice To Be In Heaven

It was morning
Without a sun out there
And without any warning
She woke up
To go find out somewhere

Driving so fast, ride so hight
To forgot the past
Just to feel some light

Give me your ticket
Said the man in black
If you didn't have it
I think you should be back

I will not return
I came from far to stay
I always figth to win
That's was what she said

Then there she was
She was there
Inside her grave, yeah

The wind starts to say
Let me fly you away
The birds starts to sing
Let me made of you my spring


The Flames starst to burn
She coudn't choose to turn
Satan starts to smile
And said, I will open all your file

She was born in Devon
Raised with a bad one
Without a dad or mom
She started to do something wrong


Always the wrong things
Nevermind what others may think
Her destiny was made since before born
Her face has been draw in the middle of the storm


She didn't choose to buy that ticket
It came in her pocket
When she born nurse droped the bell
Nobody choose to be in heaven
Nobody choose to lay in hell


Some folks born to be bad, sad and mad
Some folks just born to be well
And that's why...

Abbey is floating away
And she's surely not okay
She can feel how her soul is leaving Devon
She's too much nice to be in Heaven

Abbey is floating away
And she's surely not okay
She can feel how her soul is leaving Devon
She's too much nice to be in Heaven

Hell is calling you, Heaven is calling you
Hell, Heaven, hell, Heaven
Hell is calling you


Abbey is floating away
And she's surely not okay
She can feel how her soul is leaving Devon
She's too much nice to be in Heaven


How could you know
If this life is real?
If you died on the road
And there's no more... deal?