Well, angels and whiskey are one in the same
Yeah, they'll set you on fire when they call out your name
They're both pretty good at numbing the pain
Yeah, angels and whiskey are one in the same

Well, angels and cocaine can make it alright
Oh, when you're drinking too much on a Saturday night
One little taste and you'll fall in love
Yeah, both of them do what the other one does

If you climb on them wings, you swear you believe you can fly
And 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

Feeling like heaven and hurting like hell
Yeah, most of the time, man, I can't even tell
But everyone's buying when your soul's up for sale
Yeah, I'm feeling like heaven and hurting like hell

And if you climb on them wings, you swear you believe you can fly
And 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

It's funny how pleasure and pain are one in the same