[Verse 1] Every Sunday in my mommas church Id sneak some money out of mommas purse While she prayin, I would slip away Down at the pool hall Id play all day Id meet her home and she would shake her head Youre fluffin pillows on the devils bed. Id tell her, Mom, I know just how you feel But I made enough to cover all our bills. [Chorus] Too bad for heaven and too good for hell Little wings are better than big tails I dont expect to sit at Gods right hand But I could empty heavens garbage cans Hope theres room on those golden streets For stray dogs and alley cats lik me [Verse 2] If they wont let m in the big front gate Maybe I could go in the back way My halo probably wouldnt shine real bright But it would get me through the clouds at night And I dont care if Im the last to sing Or if Ive got the smallest set of wings Id watch the little devils down on earth And Id follow them when they sneak out of church [Chorus] Too bad for heaven and too good for hell Little wings are better than big tails I dont expect to sit at Gods right hand But I could empty heavens garbage cans Hope theres room on those golden streets For stray dogs and alley cats For stray dogs and alley cats For stray dogs and alley cats like me
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