• Isn't it weird how the best of the angels are the ones who are hurt the most
    shot down by the demons, the ones who brag and boast.
    evil is all they ever think and evil's all they speak
    they search for the ones who are down and who are weak

    Isn't it weird how the best of the kids are the ones that cry the most
    took out by the rumors of those who brag and boast
    gossip is all they think and gossip's all the speak
    they betray the ones who are down and who are weak

    Angel down
    angel down
    look at her walk around
    nothing left but a frown.

    Isn't it weird how the best of the best are one of the first to go
    the darkest of the worst don't care because they will never know
    sadness is all they know sadness is all they feel
    always looking for away always making a big deal

    Isn't it weird how you were the one that had to go
    he drunk but you were the one to die so he would never know
    the pain your family and your friends feel
    he wonders why it is such a big deal


    Angel down
    angel down
    she watches us walk around
    nothing left of her but a frown.