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