We Can't All Be Angels

(альбом: We Can't All Be Angels - 1997)

Late nights and smokey ole pool rooms
Bars closing down at three
And I'm right here in the middle of it all
With the bad company
Well maybe you don't understand it
Oh and we might never agree
But I'm past the point of making excuses
That's what I am and I guess the truth is

We can't all be angels
Naw naw naw
I can't say that
I claim to be much of a
Saint after all
But I can tell you it ain't so bad
Once you've learned how to fall

Flying down these ole backroads
Is when I feel at my best
When I've twisted all the rules that'll bend
And broken all the rest
Now I'll never try to change you
Oh and I'd never do you no wrong

We can't all be angels
Naw naw naw
I can't say that
I claim to be much of a
Saint after all
But I can tell you it ain't so bad
Once you've learned how to fall

There's alot to be said for good clean living
And if I have to sneak through the back door to heaven

We can't all be angels
Naw naw naw
I can't say that
I claim to be much of a
Saint after all
But I can tell you it ain't so bad
Once you've learned how to fall