(david lee murphy/danny tate)

Late nights and smokey ole pool rooms
Bars closin down at three
And Im right here in the middle of it all
With the bad company
Well maybe you dont understand it
Oh and we might never agree
But Im past the point of making excuses
Thats what I am and I guess the truth is

We cant all be angels
Naw naw naw
I cant say that
I claim to be much of a
Saint after all
But I can tell you it aint so bad
Once youve learned how to fall

Flyin down these ole backroads
Is when I feel at my best
When Ive twisted all the rules thatll bend
And broken all the rest
Now Ill never try to change you
Oh and Id never do you no wrong

We cant all be angels
Naw naw naw
I cant say that
I claim to be much of a
Saint after all
But I can tell you it aint so bad
Once youve learned how to fall

Theres alot to be said for good clean livin
And if I have to sneak through the back door to heaven

We cant all be angels
Naw naw naw
I cant say that
I claim to be much of a
Saint after all
But I can tell you it aint so bad
Once youve learned how to fall