Heaven’s for the Poor Songtext
von Those Poor Bastards

I don′t believe that Heaven has, no mansions of gold
I bet it's made up of little run down shacks
Like the place where I was born

Heaven′s for the poor
This Earth is for
The rich
That is why everyone you feed is such alone, down
Son of a bitch

And all the rich fuckers with them muddy money piled up high
I can't wait to see them suffer
When the Lord comes down from on high

He'll tear out their lungs
Then he′ll rip out them miserable eyes
And I′ll be right thеre just laughing by his side


Heavеn's for the poor
This Earth is for
The rich
That is why everyone you meet is such a low down
Son of a bitch

They think they got us where they want us
But all it takes is just one moment
For all them to die and burn eternally

I don′t really care who hears me talking this way
I got a voice, so I'll say just what I want to say
It′s time you got it through them holes in the sides of your head

When it comes to living, boys, rich folks are better off dead

Heaven's for the poor
This Earth is for
The rich
That is why everyone you meet is such a low down
Son of a bitch

They think they got us where they want us
But all it takes is just one moment
For all them to die and burn eternally