Tim Gibbons Angel Red Pain and too much sorrow You looked so pretty Walkin' through that door The city is crystal tomorrow For you, since you Looked into her wicked head Into her wicked head Step right up Angel Red Sister dwells by a mountain of bells In the morning Way up high on a mountain top Can see a gringo from a mile away The woman waits Like Bonnie & Clyde for you To look into her wicked head