I would rather go home to a Pig's Eye Lean
Than go to hell in a long limousine
Or see the door and pass it by
Like a camel caught in a needle's eye

Then a man named Brad Nowell
His soul Sublime, alive and well
In a heavenly place like no other
There he'll be my little brother
We'll live forever and never grow old
I'll hold his hand when we cross the streets of gold

The wicked may prosper again and again
But the Lord will judge the hearts of men