the angels will be waiting in heaven
when they strap you to the electric chair
they'll be waiting in heaven, joey
if they listen to a mother's prayer
if they listen to a mother's prayer
for justice to be finally done
for the truth to be finally triumphant
as bright as the rising sun
this world is fallen and twisted
and drowned in a swamp of sin
to save her helpless children
oh how can a mother begin?
you were such a beautiful child
maybe just a little bit wild
but deep down you were just pretending
your inner light burned neverending
your soul shone forth for all to see
but you aroused the jealousy
of those who want to drag things down
there are plenty of them in this town
who can't see in front of their noses
and always see thorns not roses
who are blinded by truth and beauty
and think denial is their duty
no, it wasn't the nicest neighborhood
but i always taught you to be good
yes, it was a mother's secret hope
that you would be the first american pope
now that hope will not be fulfilled
thanks to mister district attorney de ville
but what will be his own fate
when he answers for his lies at heaven's gate?
for the jurors who were led astray
by his perfidy i have this to say
i hope you never feel the pain
i felt that day walking away in the rain
the angels will be waiting in heaven
when they strap you to the electric chair
they'll be waiting in heaven, joey
if they listen to a mother's prayer
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