RØRY - Jesus & John Lennon

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
Open 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'd drop to my knees and accept my redeemer

If you were in heaven, hanging out with Jеsus and John Lennon
Talking bout all the things that you would've donе 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's 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've 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

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've 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