I
learned about him on Sundays
Church beers 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 smoked
cigarettes Flying 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
Sometimes they're rolling on a second hand
So my
angels smoke cigarettes Flying 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 Flying 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 cigarettes