Heaven Wasn't Built To Hold Me

They sink down deeper

While still dodging the creeper

Of the blue collar classic motif

Let it fall into the sea with your perfect posture

Still a crooked spine

While the flume you protect starts to leak

Can't buy pride with good intentions

Whoa whoa, I feel like I'm a saint

Whoa whoa, but I'm treated like a ghost

You starve for attention

But you've been biting the bullet for years

You betrayed my trust to learn my secrets

And manifest my fears the cause and effect

For the simple minded it's pulled you in

The ugliness whose pocket book you've loaded

Can't buy luck with no religion

Drifting through life without a trace

Heaven won't take me, but hell can't wait

You can't break this spell

You can save me

You can't right my wrongs

You can't part the sea

Heaven wasn't built to hold me

Whoa whoa, I feel like I'm a saint

Whoa whoa, but I'm living with a curse