Heaven is not a small town
Where everyone you see you already know
Heaven is not some white cloud
Where only rich republicans can go
If Jesus is not accepting
Of cheating spouses or those who think they're gay
Then Jesus, when I come knocking
Is gonna turn me away
'Cause I'm no better than they are
I've fallen just as far
Why do I judge other's sins
When I'm no different?
Heaven is not a grand church
With open doors to those who do good deeds
Heaven is full of curse words
Where violent red blood spills on golden streets
If Jesus is really coming
To rescue everyone who loves him well
Then Jesus, when I'm called up
Ought to damn me to hell
I'm wicked and I love the dark
I've doubted in my heart
That God would die so I could live
A life indifferent
Heaven is more like soft wind
A gentle waking breath for tired souls
Heaven is full of children
Who innocently love what they can't know
If Jesus and all his armies
Will come with fire and anger in their eyes
Jesus, I'm so sorry for the way I lived my life
He says: Son, be still, welcome home
I've loved you even so
