If you’re high when you die, are you guaranteed hell? The messiah walked by, just a-ringing his bell. And he’ll leave you on the altar, man, At your death or at his returning. If you’re high when you die, you’re a coin in the well.
If you’re loving your love, when the chariots come – Your unbanded left hand shields your eyes from the sun – Standing naked, man, on Judgment Day, You won’t make it through the pearly gates. If your love gives a fuck, pity your bastard son.