Angels Smoke Cigarettes

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
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
Yea 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
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
Yea 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
Yea 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