Hank's Checkout Line

Some would try to claim that hard living ain't hardly a life

Some would fantasize and criticize about curating ideal strife

But there's a place out there where all fat man's souls may go

And it glows from a light above and a fire below

So pull a chair up against the coals

Your dreams like mine are bought and sold

There's no expiration date on original sin

So keep on self-improving

I swear to God that I'll be fine

Judge me at the pearly gates, not in the Hank's checkout line

Judge me at the pearly gates, not in the Hank's checkout line

To the masses the bread and fish are multiplied

And forbidden fruit can be tasted at a discount price

And you can juice cleanse your conscience

I can't wipe the grease from my soul

So settle down, stay in town

I swear you never had control

So pull a chair up against the coals

Your dreams like mine are bought and sold

There's no expiration date on original sin

So keep on self-improving

I swear to God that I'll be fine

Judge me at the pearly gates, not in the Hank's checkout line

Judge me at the pearly gates, not in

Not in, oh the Hank's checkout line