Heavens Guts
Getting dirty to get clean
Little more than a machine
Yeah you'd like to shake my hand
But man you don't know where its been
This is no vocation
It's a purgative routine
Made for men with complications
And unstable personalities
Down in the Guts of Heaven
I'm worlds away
Now that my soul is weathered,
I can't complain
All in a day
We go places you'll never
Mending all our broken ways
This is not a breeze
Grown men down upon their knees
It's the lure of self-destruction
For a mind that's ill at ease
They call it construction
But it's more like a disease
For which there is no cure
Except perhaps correctional facilities
Down in the Guts of Heaven
I'm worlds away
Now that my soul is weathered,
I can't complain
All in a day
We go places you'll never
Mending all our broken ways
Tradesmen! Pick up your tools
You don't need welfare and you don't need school
It's no place for the work shy
The world around is cruel
So forget about your good looks 'cause posing is for fools
Well this will earn your living
It might not bring you jewels
But one day you can have a kingdom
In a home beneath your rule
Down in the Guts of Heaven
I'm worlds away
Now that my soul is severed
I can't be saved
All in a day
We go places you'll never
Mending all our broken ways
Little more than a machine
Yeah you'd like to shake my hand
But man you don't know where its been
This is no vocation
It's a purgative routine
Made for men with complications
And unstable personalities
Down in the Guts of Heaven
I'm worlds away
Now that my soul is weathered,
I can't complain
All in a day
We go places you'll never
Mending all our broken ways
This is not a breeze
Grown men down upon their knees
It's the lure of self-destruction
For a mind that's ill at ease
They call it construction
But it's more like a disease
For which there is no cure
Except perhaps correctional facilities
Down in the Guts of Heaven
I'm worlds away
Now that my soul is weathered,
I can't complain
All in a day
We go places you'll never
Mending all our broken ways
Tradesmen! Pick up your tools
You don't need welfare and you don't need school
It's no place for the work shy
The world around is cruel
So forget about your good looks 'cause posing is for fools
Well this will earn your living
It might not bring you jewels
But one day you can have a kingdom
In a home beneath your rule
Down in the Guts of Heaven
I'm worlds away
Now that my soul is severed
I can't be saved
All in a day
We go places you'll never
Mending all our broken ways
Credits
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