 Beyond the rules of religion, the cloth of conviction,
above all the competition where fact and fiction meet;
there's no colour lines, casts or classes.
There's no fooling the masses.
Whatever faith you practise, whatever you believe...
Oh, heaven, heaven.
What the hell is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
Throw away your misconceptions,
there's no walls around Heaven.
There's no codes you gotta know to get in,
no minutemen or border patrol.
You must lose your Earthly possessions,
leave behind your weapons.
You can't buy your salvation and there is no pot of gold.
Heaven, heaven.
What the hell is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
Heaven ain't got no prisons,
no government, no business,
no banks or politicians,
no armies and no police.
Castles and cathedrals crumble,
pyramids and pipelines tumble.
The failure keeps you humble
and leads us closer to peace.
Heaven, heaven.
What the hell is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
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