Angels

I think angels get high 'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky I think God must've cried 'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life I think angels get high When the sun goes down, heroes don't come outside I seen too many villains provide, how can I choose a side to be on? Tell a junkie be gone, 'cause I don't push what he on or she on like before Sometimes it's hard to pay the debt that you owe Too much of something good will have you strung on the floor Thunderstorms forever form outside my home I swear these angels taking bong hits I wonder if that flood that came through just because That left us on the curb was one of God's tears To wash away the pain that we had The house wasn't much, the neighborhood was bad The basement won't save us, but the prayers get us past The rumbling and the thundering never last So I ask So I ask So I ask I think angels get high 'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky I think God must've cried 'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life I think angels get high Standing on the roof while helicopters swoop by, I think they don't see us Not even FEMA could redeem the very faith we all lost That made us once believers Natural disasters bring us closer My partner never prayed until he thought the world was over 2012, December 1st, he called me in a panic He heard a storm was coming, and it might destroy the planet, dammit I called him back tomorrow 'cause the boat I been paddling, can't deal with so much sorrow Borrowed time wasted I probably shoulda played it safe instead of storm chasing But the prayers will get us past The rumbling and the thundering never last So I ask So I ask So I ask I think angels get high 'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky I think God must've cried 'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life I think angels get high