But roll around heaven all day Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do Up in the mornin', out on a job Work like the devil for my pay While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do Fussed with my woman Toil for my kids Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray

Life is seen more clearly through our tears Cause we all find some faith When we face our fears When my life's goin like I want God becomes an after thought And I start trying to build my Heaven here A better believer would look to the skies And shout

And for a moment I don't even care Until I feel his breath at my neck And maybe even you can feel it too He's on a strike and looking at you Holding onto his words, but baby I saw an angel become the devil Well baby, I don't need any of them Heaven nor

When I was sleeping in the night And then I was reborn It was the night I died for sure When I was sleeping well I died And then I went to heaven Went to heaven And so I went to hell, I went to hell I didn't like it when I died

You can't buy love, but you can make it You can't make sunshine, but you can make love When life gives you lemons They pour down from the heavens This is what you've got to do Make some lemonade Drink it in the shade Don't let a bad day get to you You

This is heaven, yeah Everyday I know that this might hurt but I don't care Oh everybody feels alive Everyone they say that we don't work But I could swear this is heaven, yeah Oh you don't feel alive now When the room don't like us I'll be at your table

One kiss is all it takes Fallin' in love with me Possibilities I look like all you need The feeling won't let me sleep 'Cause I'm lost in the way you move, the way you feel Something in you lit up heaven in me Let me take the night, I love real easy

Death from above Rage of the heavens Merciless killing As the sky is turning red Better run to cover You'll be quick or be dead But a kingdom that has once been destroyed

Who do you love? Well, I don't know I don't wanna talk about it (let's talk about it) You sit around in the strangest place (Heaven must be weary) Heaven must be weary

Where I come from It's cornbread and chicken Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin' And workin' hard to get to heaven 'Cause where I come from Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin' Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears 'Round that