Thoughts & Prayers
v. G Am C
I appreciate the strings you’ve pulled to get me into heaven,
But if it’s the place I’ve heard about, I’m good.
Forced to wake up every morning, to go singing with the choir -
No union breaks for angels, It’s never quitting time.
If you say “I’m sorry” the moment that you die,
And it still gets you in the gates, why try?
We should just live out our most sinful lives,
Then pray on the very last day
Gates to keep the riff raff out, and lines to keep you waiting
You’ll run into celebrities, but they’re always complaining.
Why should Elvis spend his afterlife, posing for a photo,
with someone who he’s never met, singing “in the ghetto”
(in the ghetto)
If you say “I’m sorry” the moment that you die,
And it still gets you in the gates, why try?
We should just live out our most sinful lives,
Then pray on the very last day
Pick and choose the bible verse that best defends your actions.
He probably meant the words he said, but we can make corrections.
Everything you’ve got today that makes your life worth living;
St. Peter takes it all away, when you come through the ceiling.
The thrill, the risk, and food & drink, every dirty thing you think,
and sex & drugs, and fun, and rock ‘n’ roll...
There’s no surf or turf, or MTV, no bowling, birds, or ecstasy, no Mardi
Gras, no chairs, cassaroles. No shots of vodka at the bar, no Disney+
no NPR, no sloppy Joes, no drums, no cash from Kohl’s. No one night
stands, no waffle cones, no Breaking Bad, no saxophone, no spring
bikini, and no cruise control
