Heaven

I was killed in a shopping cart

Turned upside-down and left for dead

I saw a cloud try to speak me

As I floated overhead

I found my way to a familiar place

I swear I'd been sometime before

I would've thought it was the marketplace

But I could not find the door

Oh, I have been to heaven

And I have walked the streets

But I couldn't find a hand to hold

To keep my on my feet

So paradise is a parking lot

A spot up front is your reward

And all the rest walk down streets of gold

To the house they could afford

Well I got lost in the swelling crowd

And I could not afford to eat

You only have what you came in with

So I'm living on the streets

Oh, I have been to heaven

And I found no relief

'Cause I couldn't find a hand to hold

To keep my on my feet

Well I heard Jesus Christ was there

He had a car that's bullet-proof

And that way everyone was safe

From the Man who tells the truth

Oh, I have been to heaven

And I have walked the streets

But I couldn't find a hand to hold

To keep my on my feet

No I couldn't find a hand to hold

To keep my on my feet