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 whoaI fee l like

I'm a saint

Whoa whoaBut

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 whoaI feel like

I'm a saint

Whoa whoaBut

I'm living with a curse