I was killed in a shopping cart.
Turned upside down and left for dead
I saw a clown try to speak to me
As I floated over him.

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

Oh I have been to Heaven
And I have walked the streets
Cause I couldn't find the hand to hold
To keep me on my feet

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

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

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

I heard Jesus Christ was there
He had a car that's bulletproof
That way everyone is 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 me on my feet

I couldn't find a hand to hold
To keep me on my feet