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
Cuz I'm no better than they are
I've fallen just as far
Why do I judge others' 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 all of those who loved Him well
Then Jesus, when I'm called up
Oughta damn me to hell
Cuz I'm wicked and I've loved 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
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
Were coming fire and anger in their eyes
Then Jesus, I'm so sorry
For the way I've lived my life
He said, son be still and welcome home I've loved you even so