I don't go to church
My soul need no search
You tell me I'll go to hell
Well, I think that's swell
I don't want an eternity of harps.

Angel in the garden
Won't you come and play?
Help us here to see more peaceful days
Send us up with illuminating flowers
Let harps ring in our heads for hours and hours
Be kind, dear, sweet angel
Release us from this morbid world
let us be free
in the place that reigns with love and grace