Every sunday in my momma's church I'd sneak some money out of momma's purse While she was praying I would slip away Down at the pool hall I'd play all day I'd meet her home and she'd just shake her head Your fluffing pillows on the devil's bed I'd say mom I know just how you feel But I made enough to cover all our bills To bad for heaven and to good for hell Little wings are better than big tails I don't expect to sit at god's right hand I could empty heavens garbage cans whoa ohh Hope their is room on those golden streets For stray dogs and alley cats like me If they won't let me in the big front gate Maybe I can go in the backway I know my halo wouldn't shine real bright But it would get me through the clouds at night And I don't care if I'm the last to sing Ref I've got the smallest set of wings I'd watch those little devil's down on earth And follow them when they'd sneak out of church