I don't want to sit around all day
with a harp in my hand worshipin' away
I don't care if the streets are gold
I don't care if you never get old and
I don't care if it never gets cold
I don't want to go to heaven
I got no big desire
to wear that white robe and
sing in that big choir
its boring if theres no sin
and you'll always know everything ends
and they probably wont let my good friends in
so I don't want to go to heaven
Now some guy said "you got to serve somebody"
he can speak for himself
as far as I can see you make your own heaven
and you make your own hell
so don't ask me to join that throng
I prefer to make up my own song
I don't care if the streets are gold
I don't care if you never get old and
I don't care if it never gets cold
I don't want to go to heaven
don't care cause I don't want to go to heaven
There's nothin' there for me so I don't want to go to heaven
There's nothin' there for me so I don't want to go to heaven
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