Текст Microwave – 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