- cifra
Beyond the rules of religion
The cloth of conviction
Above all the competition
Where fact and fiction meet
There's No color lines or casts or classes
There is no fooling the masses
Whatever faith you practice
Whatever you believe
Heaven. Heaven.
What the hell is Heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
Throw away your myth misconceptions
There ain't no walls around heaven
There are no codes you gotta know to get in
No minutemen or border patrol
You must lose all earthly possession
Leave behind your weapon
You cannot buy your salvation
There is no pot of gold
(chorus)
Heaven ain't got no prisons
No government no business
No banks or politicians
No armies and No police
Castles and cathedrals crumble
Pyramids and pipelines tumble
The failure keeps you humble
Leads us closer to peace
