Eighteen Angels Lyrics

Coulda been, woulda been, shoulda been dead
Eighteen angels circle 'round your head
Half a mile of trouble, drivin' blind
sick and seeing double on the double white line
Meet my maker
Giver, taker
I'm gonna get my wings
Like a bird of pray
I'm gonna get my wings
but i m praying please just not today
Wanna go out big baby, feelin' no pain
Like the last days of Sandman and Killer Kane
But you're still on the nickel,
dustin' up a dime
Down another double with a double white line
Meet my maker
She's no faker
I'm gonna get my wings
Like a bird of pray
I'm gonna get my wings
but I'm begging please just not today
Meet my maker
He's no faker
My maker
Giver, taker
I'm gonna get my wings
Like a bird of pray
I'm gonna get my wings
but I'm begging please...
I'm gonna get my wings
Like a bird of pray
I'm gonna get my wings
but I'm begging please just not today