Lisa Lambe - Heaven

Beyond the rules of religion
The cloth of conviction
Above all the competition
Where fact and fiction meet

There's no color lines cast or classes
There's no fooling the masses
Whatever faith you practice
Whatever you believe

Oh heaven, heaven
What the heck is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?

Throw away your misconceptions
There's no walls around heaven
No codes you gotta know to get in
No minutemen or border patrol
You must lose your earthly possessions
Leave behind your weapons
You can't buy your salvation
And there is no pot of gold

Heaven, heaven
What the heck is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless
Is there hope for the hopeless?

Heaven ain't got no prisons
No government no business
No banks or politicians
No armies and no police
Castles and cathedrals crumble
Pyramids and pipelines tumble
Failure keeps you humble
Leads us closer to peace

Oh, oh heaven, heaven
What the heck is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?