Tell Them That She's Not Scared Lyrics

I'll hold your tears as a ransom

Within the palm of my hand

And tell you once again,

Don't tell me that you're scared

Wake, wake, wake her

From this sea of white linens and

Extract the drugs from her dreams

And sew her seams with delicateness

'Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that I live for,

You'd kill for,

The angels would die for

And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings

They whispered,

They whispered

I'll hold your tears as a ransom

Within the palm of my hand

And tell you once again

Don't tell me that you're scared

Alert the sawbones,

Tell them that she's not scared

She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers

Wake the angels

Tell them that she's not scared

She won't be taking the next flight out of here

With a relic in her right hand,

She rushes to the front line,

Stricken by the wounds across her chest

The angels swear she's blessed with this medical test

That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for

We die for,

I know that she's bound for

And with a subtle wink and a mother's instinct

She whispered,

She whispered
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I'll hold your tears as a ransom

Within the palm of my hand

And tell you once again,

Don't tell me that you're

Alert the sawbones,

Tell them that she's not scared

She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers

Wake the angels

Tell them that she's not scared

She won't be taking the next flight

Alert the sawbones,

Tell them that she's not scared

She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers

Wake the angels

Tell them that she's not scared

She won't be taking the next flight out of here

The angels dressed for the wake

But she sent them home

She sent them home

With a handful of bullet shells

With a handful of bullet shells

The angels dressed for the wake

But she sent them home

Sent them home

With a handful of bullet shells

With a handful of bullet shells

Alert the sawbones,

Tell them that she's not scared

Alert the sawbones,

Tell them that she's not scared

She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers

Wake the angels

Tell them that she's not scared

She won't be taking the next flight out of here