I think your God might object
If I come visit your heaven
Though open doors is my forte
It may be possible that I'm a reject
And idiot son amongst all chosen
For I am a breath of true exposé
I deal with only the guilty
For them I have not much to say
And you met me at the wrong time
Your eternity is yours
And mine is penance
Well, if I ever see you again
Smile for me
For there is much less laughter
South of your heaven