Some would try to claim that hard living ain't hardly a life
Some would fantasize and fetishize about curating ideal strife
But there’s a place out there where all famished souls may go
And it glows with a light above and a fire below

So pull a chair up against the cold
Your dreams like mine are bought and sold
There’s no expiration date on original sin
So keep on self improving
I swear to God that I’ll be fine
Judge me at the pearly gates
Not in the Hank’s checkout line
Judge me at the pearly gates
Not in the Hank’s checkout line

Well, to the masses, the bread and fish are multiplied
And forbidden fruit can be tasted at a discount price
And you can’t juice cleanse your conscience
I can’t wipe the grease from my soul
So settle down, stay in town
I swear you never had control

So pull a chair up against the cold
Your dreams like mine are bought and sold
There’s no expiration date on original sin
So keep on self improving
I swear to God that I’ll be fine
Judge me at the pearly gates
Not in the Hank’s checkout line
Judge me at the pearly gates
Not in the Hank’s checkout line