Lyrics

[Verse 1] Life's like the feeling when you had a point, but forgot it Had a ticket for my train of thought, but I lost it God gave me instructions on how to live my life But I couldn't read his handwriting So I burnt them last night [Chorus] But I'd take the beauty of chaos over ugly perfection I've woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987 I can feel myself slipping away from any chance of redemption But that's okay, 'cause if that's where Falwell goes Then I don't even want any part of heaven [Verse 2] A guy on TV offered to save my soul toll-free But that would've required getting up off of the couch, so I was too lazy Instead I wait in the bushes outside of a cop's house, holding a twelve gauge God isn't dead, but I'll get that bastard some day! [Chorus] And I'd take the beauty of my chaos over anyone else's perfection I've still woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987 Nothing scares me as much as the fact that I don't give a shit for redemption But that's okay, 'cause if that's where Limbaugh goes Then I don't even want any part of heaven