Hell on an Angel

I fit those cold metal rings around my wrist when I was seventeen
Mamma wondered where she went wrong when it came to raising me
I had a bottle and a bible she said there ain’t no in between

Well I was hell on an angel
That liquor burned like gasoline
I had one foot in the fire the other stepping on her wings
Well that temperature was rising
But I could not feel the heat
Well I was hell on an angel
That loved the devil out of me

Well she wanted her a bad boy with a heart as pure as gold
And I loved her till the end of the earth
But I sure loved getting stoned
It was an early grave or prison
Or a family and a home

Well I was hell on an angel
That liquor burned like gasoline
I had one foot in the fire the other stepping on her wings
Well that temperature was rising
But I could not feel the heat
Well I was hell on an angel
That loved the devil out of me

Well I was hell on an angel
That liquor burned like gasoline
I had one foot in the fire the other stepping on her wings
Well that temperature was rising
But I could not feel the heat
Well I was hell on an angel
That loved the devil out of me
I was hell on an angel
Loved the devil out of me