Well, angels and whiskey, are one in the same
Yeah, theyâ²ll set you on fire when they call out your name
They're both pretty good at numbinâ² the pain
Yeah, angels and whiskey are one in the same
Well, angels and cocaine can make it alright
When you're drinkin' too much on a Saturday night
One little taste and youâ²ll fall in love
Yeah, both of them do what the other one does
If you climb on them wings, youâ²d swear you believe you can fly
And take it all in, and you'll end up high as a kite
And oneâ²s straight from heaven and one's sent from hell
And both of them love you when no one else will
Itâ²s funny how pleasure and pain are one in the same
And feelin' like heaven and hurtinâ² like hell
Yeah, most of the time, man, I can't even tell
But everyone's buyinâ² when your soulâ²s up for sale
Yeah, I'm feelinâ² like heaven and hurtin' like hell
And if you climb on them wings, youâ²d swear you believe you can fly
And take it all in, and you'll end up high as a kite
And oneâ²s straight from heaven and one's sent from hell
And both of them love you when no one else will
It's funny how pleasure and pain are one in the same
Itâ²s funny how pleasure and pain are one in the same
