We Can't All Be Angels - David Lee Murphy

Late nights in smokey ol' 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, 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

We can’t all be angels, naw naw naw

But I can tell you it ain’t so bad once you’ve learned how to fall

Flyin' down these ol' backroads is when I feel at my best

I’ve twisted all of the rules that’ll bend and broken all the rest

Now, I’d never try to change you, oh and I’d never do you no wrong

There’s a lot to be said for good clean livin'

But 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

We can’t all be angels, naw naw naw

But I can tell you it ain’t so bad once you’ve learned how to fall

There’s a lot to be said for good clean livin'

But 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

We can’t all be angels, naw naw naw

But I can tell you it ain’t so bad once you’ve learned how to fall

We can’t all be angels

We can’t all be angels

We can’t all be angels