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

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 cigarettes

Smoke cigarettes