A wise man, centuries ago
Taught that every road would share one end
And you know, whatever road you choose
No matter what you think is true
We all end up dead
A grown-up, twenty years ago
Told me I would go if I was good
With grandma, forever singing happy hymns
And the alternative was grim, I understood
But am I gonna make it? I don't know
We'll see those gates when we find out
If we stay up or get sent down
If angels are recording every sin
Will anybody ever make it in?
If it's only saints allowed
Heaven is a ghost town
I was a fundamentalist before
And I was positively sure who's in, who's not
But I saw, we all have secrets that we hide
And we all know just what it's like
To squirm when we're caught
So are you gonna make it? I don't know
We'll see those gates when we find out
If we stay up or get sent down
If angels are recording every sin
Will anybody ever make it in?
If it's only saints allowed
Heaven is a ghost town
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Lyrics submitted by Alanna M.