Angels and whiskey are one in the same
They'll set you on fire when they call out your name
They both been good at numbin' the pain
Angels and whiskey are one in the same
Angels and cocaine, make it alright
When you're drinkin' too much on a Saturday night
One little taste and you'll fall in love
'Cause both of them do what the other one does
When you climb on them wings, you'll swear you believe you can fly
Take it all in and you'll end up high as a kite
And one's 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
Feelin' like heaven and hurtin' like hell
Yeah, man, most of the time, well, I can't even tell
But everyone's buyin' when your souls up for sale
And I'm feelin' like Heaven and hurtin' like Hell
'Cause if you climb on them wings, you'll swear you believe you can fly
Take it all in and you'll end up high as a kite
And one's straight from Heaven and one's sent from Hell
But both of them love you when no one else will
It's funny how pleasure and pain are one in the same
It's funny how pleasure and pain are one in the same
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