I learned about 'em on Sundays Church pews and high heels Frozen in stained glass Whispering in Jesus' ear
And there's that picture in my grandma's hallway So I know what they should look like The more I think about it, I wouldn't be surprised if my
Angels smoke cigarettes Fly in circles, worried half to death And they speak their mind with whiskey breath I'm guessing mine are cussing me While they hum along to Hank Williams songs Yeah, they understand what's going on up in my head I've heard it said some angels have halos that shine But I bet mine smoke cigarettes
Right now I'm feeling lonely That don't happen much But when I am, I'm okay I think of the three in the clouds
It ain't always a flash of light Some miracles come at midnight And sometimes they roll in on a secondhand toke
My angels smoke cigarettes Fly in circles, worried half to death And they speak their mind with whiskey breath I'm guessing mine are cussing me While they hum along to Hank Williams songs Yeah, they understand what's going on up in my head I've heard it said some angels have halos that shine But I bet mine smoke cigarettes
My angels smoke cigarettes Fly in circles, worried half to death And they speak their mind with whiskey breath I'm guessing mine are cussing me While they hum along to Hank Williams songs Yeah, they understand what's going on up in my head I've heard it said some angels have halos that shine And that's just fine But I bet mine smoke cigarettesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
