When the Angels Sing
Social Distortion

At last we meet again, dear God
Hear the angels sing
The funerals are nicer, when we know you're there
when the angels sing
sometimes I try so hard to understand the things you do
I like to question you when it all comes down
Hear the angels sing

stand up strong feel the pain
when the angels sing
love and death don't mean a thing
till the angels sing

the prisoners pray when they're on death row
when the angels sing
the junky cries for love, but its all run out
When the angels sing
the sins of the world, and its cold on the streets and you're all alone
And the tears they start to fall when it all comes down
Hear the angels sing

stand up strong feel the pain
when the angels sing
love and death don't mean a thing
till the angels sing
little by little, day by day
I watch the children play
'cause life and death don't mean a thing
till the angels sing

when the angel of death, comes a looking for me
Hear the angels sing
I hope I was everything I was supposed to be
when the angels sing
There's gotta be a heaven, cause I've already done my time in hell
and a little baby's born, when it all comes down
Hear the angels sing

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For those of you who know my friend Lee, or know of him:
Lee's brother, Matt, died on St. Patrick's Day, in a motorcycle accident. I watched a mother hold her two remaining sons while the third was given to eternal rest. Its something that should never happen, something that should have not happened....but it did. This a song from one of Matt's favorite bands. I put it here in his honor.