Mansion in the Sky
Momma prays the collar stays
And fake black leather dress-up shoes
To keep me looking clean and prude for
Jesus to see us
And the snacks that we leave crushed there in the carpet below the pews
I don't need a sign
If it's fake, then that's alright with me
I guess I'll never know what's really right
I'll just keep on playing
Like all of it feels so real to me
And God's got me a mansion with the angels in heaven
I was told in Sunday school that
"God's got real big plans for you"
I hope it's true
If I can keep from the Devil's drink
My grandkids' kids will remember me
I don't need a sign
If it's fake, then that's alright with me
I guess I'll never know what's really right
I'll just keep on playing
Like all of it feels so real to me
And God's got me a mansion in the sky
And speak of my return
When Jesus resurrects all of the righteous boys and girls
And all of my stupid asshole friends that tortured me in high school will be cast in the flames
Oh god I can't wait
yeah
And I know that God hates my yellin'
But I hope there's windows in heaven
Where I can watch them burn
Cause I don't need a sign
If it's fake, then that's alright with me
I guess I'll never know what's really right
I'll just keep on playing
Like all of it feels so real to me
And God's got me a mansion in the
God's got me a mansion in the
God's got me a mansion in the sky
And fake black leather dress-up shoes
To keep me looking clean and prude for
Jesus to see us
And the snacks that we leave crushed there in the carpet below the pews
I don't need a sign
If it's fake, then that's alright with me
I guess I'll never know what's really right
I'll just keep on playing
Like all of it feels so real to me
And God's got me a mansion with the angels in heaven
I was told in Sunday school that
"God's got real big plans for you"
I hope it's true
If I can keep from the Devil's drink
My grandkids' kids will remember me
I don't need a sign
If it's fake, then that's alright with me
I guess I'll never know what's really right
I'll just keep on playing
Like all of it feels so real to me
And God's got me a mansion in the sky
And speak of my return
When Jesus resurrects all of the righteous boys and girls
And all of my stupid asshole friends that tortured me in high school will be cast in the flames
Oh god I can't wait
yeah
And I know that God hates my yellin'
But I hope there's windows in heaven
Where I can watch them burn
Cause I don't need a sign
If it's fake, then that's alright with me
I guess I'll never know what's really right
I'll just keep on playing
Like all of it feels so real to me
And God's got me a mansion in the
God's got me a mansion in the
God's got me a mansion in the sky
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Writer(s): Richard Hardy, Tyler Brandon Hill, Timothy Pittard
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