Not all of us are going to heaven The news starts at eleven Not all of us can be angels Some have hearts clamped with staples Not everyone gets the happy ending Some of us are sick of pretending That’s what it is! What it is – Straight/no chasers Stop looking for replacements Nothing can sew up these holes They’re fatter than all your rolls So, fix your place with candles and paintings Soft music and wine You’ll be waiting a long time