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 have 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
so paradise is a parking lot
a spot up front is your reward
and all the rest walked down streets of gold
to the house they could afford
well I got lost in the swelling crowd
and 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 couldnt find a hand to hold
to keep me on my feet
well I heard Jesus Christ was there
he had a car that's bulletproof
and 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
no I couldn't find a hand to hold
to keep me on my feet
