On the Day I Died

When Jesus was out walking through the clouds 'round heaven's gates
On the day I died
I beat him up and stole his clothes and snuck back in his place
On the day I died
And no one seemed to notice that my soul was not so clean
On the day I died
It felt so nice in paradise despite my life so mean
On the day I died

I sprouted wings
And I was flying
And as I looked down on Earth below
I remembered things
And started spitting
On all the people that I used to know

When Jesus was out walking through the clouds 'round heaven's gates
On the day I died
I beat him up and stole his clothes and snuck back in his place
On the day I died
Eventually God realized I wasn't really his
On the day I died
But luckily he forgave me, that's the kind of guy he is
On the day I died

©2009 Paul Solecki