I was killed in a shopping cart
Turned upside-down and left for dead
I saw a cloud try to speak me
As I floated overhead

I found my way to a familiar place
I swear I'd been sometime before
I would've thought it was the marketplace
But I could not find the door

Oh, I have been to heaven
And I have walked the streets
But I couldn't find a hand to hold
To keep my on my feet

So paradise is a parking lot
A spot up front is your reward
And all the rest walk down streets of gold
To the house they could afford

Well I got lost in the swelling crowd
And I could not afford to eat
You only have what you came in with
So I'm living on the streets

Oh, I have been to heaven
And I found no relief
'Cause I couldn't find a hand to hold
To keep my on my feet

Well I heard Jesus Christ was there
He had a car that's bullet-proof
And that way everyone was safe
From the Man who tells the truth

Oh, I have been to heaven
And I have walked the streets
But I couldn't find a hand to hold
To keep my on my feet
No I couldn't find a hand to hold
To keep my on my feet