The little angel suffered All she could And found the wind To fly away No plan to sell herself In hollywood Skilled in the vice She had to pay Takes time to ask herself Why she landed there Sleepin\' in subtance and Fixin\' those who share Survive the night for a restless day Knew long ago that you\'d stay You\'re on the run but lost the way Might get burned someday He grips the cold respect Behind his belt Counts all the options In his head Let go the innocence That he once felt To shun the life That he was fed Takes time to ask himself Why he landed there Boxin\' the shadows and Refusin\' those who care But they keep rollin\' the dice And only hopin\' for sevens, yeah And one day they\'ll find They\'re on the high road to heaven there