I was killed in a shopping cart
Turned upside down and left for dead
I saw a clown try to speak to 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 me on my feet

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
I got lost in the swelling crowd
I could not afford to eat
You only have what you came in with
So i’m living on the street

Oh i have been to heaven
And i found no relief
‘cause i couldn’t find a hand to hold
To keep me on my feet
I heard Jesus Christ was there
He had a car that’s bulletproof
That way everyone is 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 me on my feet