when

now i’m a man with no trace of sin
when i get to heaven i will march right in
st. peter himself will pour me a beer
slap me on the back, say glad you’re here
then he’ll shut the gate to the those still alive
’cause he’s only been waiting for me to arrive
and after a pause to raise our glasses
i’ll take me a tour and i’ll kick some asses
for heaven knows, and it knows it well
when i get there i’m gonna raise some hell