You can't get to heaven in a silver spoon
You can polish everything
except for the mark on you

Come be the first in line
To shake the hand of mine
(They call you out and up)

All Hands on the Bad One
We would be no better

You can't get to heaven in your Sunday best
When the night before they were calling it
your cocktail dress

You can't get to heaven with a three chord song
They called you a sinner
but the people want to sing along