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
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