We Can't All Be Angels

(David Lee Murphy/Danny Tate)Late nights and smokey ole pool rooms

Bars closin' 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 isWe 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 fallFlyin' 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 wrongWe 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 fallThere's alot to be said for good clean livin'

And if I have to sneak through the back door to heavenWe 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