And All The Good People Will Go To Heaven Songtext

Each time I step outside I hear birds, strings, and prettiful things. So, what you gotta do round here to get a reaction? Body part, violent verb, city boy face, concrete kerb. Body part, violent verb, city boy face, concrete kerb.

You sigh, but then you say that, "I'll give it all to charity, give it all to charity. I want to be a good person, I'll earn my place in heaven"

Oh, sweet lord, I bore myself, I bore myself into pieces, for you to pick me up. And, "Blah blah blah I don't like cars, nor coffee shops, trendy wine bars, but we'll teach ourselves to care."

Each time I step outside I hear birds, strings, and prettiful things. So, what you gotta do round here to get a reaction? Body part, violent verb, city boy face, concrete kerb. Body part, violent verb, city boy face, concrete kerb.

You sigh, but then you say that, "I'll give it all to charity, give it all to charity. I want to be a good person, I'll earn my place in heaven."