For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

I know we'll be lovers again, darling I know we'll be lovers again It's a matter of time The one in the end, I was your friend Till you see that I'm I got pictures of you in funny poses Letters from you with pressed yellow roses I've got souvenirs of fun

Gotta leave my candlelight burning If it goes out, I will lose it Burn, burn, burn, burn And I've been getting tired of these letters I see you writing on the walls And I've been walking though my own disaster Thinking it's time to move on I don't wanna

Girls at the front door, let 'em in Still gon' talk like Letterman Hoes at the front door, let 'em in Money at the front door, let her in Cash at the front door, let him in, hey You's got no wins Cash at the front door, let 'em in Money at the front

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests 'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest And I don't got the energy to dress myself And I can't walk without help I can't remember why I joined this war And I can't tell you what we're fighting' for I guess

I'm the queen of Kansas City, no thanks Omaha, thanks a lot I'm the number one attraction in every supermarket parking lot Kansas City Star, that's what I are Got a letter just this morning, it was postmarked Omaha It was typed and neatly written,