To Hell With Goin' To Heaven

To hell with going to heaven,

Only uptight nuns and pedofiles,

Dancing to the slow rythm,

Of an angel's harp.

Gimme the good gear, cigarettes and alcohol,

While the bass, drums, and guitar,

Make sweet and pure rock 'n roll,

And a soulful voice that sets peace into my heart,

Every night sings me to sleep,

For the rest of this on-going eternity.

Don't worry yourself old man, keep your wings,

'Cause if honesty's a quality well received by you, I'm all set,

With making up new ways to sin,

To trully live before the years pass me by and make me dead,

I forsake you and the milennia lasting lies you've been telling

Keep your holy lies, and gimme ordinary truth instead.

To hell with going to heaven,

Only uptight nuns and pedofiles,

Dancing to the slow rythm,

Of an angel's harp.

Gimme the good gear, cigarettes and alcohol,

While the bass, drums, and guitar,

Make sweet and pure rock 'n roll,

And a soulful voice that sets peace into my heart,

Every night sings me to sleep,

For the rest of this on-going eternity.

This beautifully heartbreking mess we call life,

Is only being darkened by the blind-fold,

You've chosen to set before our eyes,

Now we know not the peaceful warmth, only the confusing cold.

Is it too much to ask for, a little room to breathe,

Is in ourselves not in you, we should believe,

It's for our brothers and sisters that we bleed,

Is true freedom too hard-a-gift for you to give,

Well, if it is...

To hell with going to heaven,

Only uptight nuns and pedofiles,

Dancing to the slow rythm,

Of an angel's harp.

Gimme the good gear, cigarettes and alcohol,

While the bass, drums, and guitar,

Make sweet and pure rock 'n roll,

And a soulful voice that sets peace into my heart,

Every night sings me to sleep,

For the rest of this on-going eternity.