The first time I sang was your funeral
A song the priest said was quite unsuitable
But he cried and he said it was beautiful
Oh, my mother, my mother, my crucible
You told me I was too cynical
Opened my mind to what's beyond the physical
Now I wonder if I could be spiritual
Like my mother, my mother, my crucible
I really wish that I was a believer
If there was a way to escape the grim reaper
I'll drop to my knees and accept my redeemer
If you were in heaven, hanging out with Jesus and John Lennon
Talking 'bout all the things that you would have done
If the end hadn't come so soon
I'd be begging Saint Peter, "Could you give me just a second to see her?"
I'm banging down the door, but they won't let me in
Got a list of my sins, oh, it's true
Heaven was made for people like you
A teenager screaming abuse at you
"Fuck off and die," didn't know I'd be losing you
Now I tattooed the day, Roman numerals
Oh, my mother, my mother, my crucible
I really wish that I was a believer
If there was a way to escape the grim reaper
I'd drop to my knees and accept my redeemer
If you were in heaven, hanging out with Jesus and John Lennon
Talking 'bout all the things that you would have done
If the end hadn't come so soon
I'd be begging Saint Peter, "Could you give me just a second to see her?"
I'm banging down the door, but they won't let me in
Got a list of my sins, oh, it's true
Heaven was made for people like you
Oh, whoa
It's hell down here without you
It's hell down here
Because you're in heaven, hanging out with Jesus and John Lennon
Talking 'bout all the things that you would have done
If the end hadn't come so soon (soon)
I'd be begging Saint Peter (without you)
"Could you give me just a second to see her?" (Without you)
I'd be banging down the door, but they won't let me in (without you)
Got a list of my sins, oh, it's true
Heaven was made for people like you
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