Heaven Don’t Hire Men Like Me

Mmm... yeah. I heard the angels call my name — but they spelled it wrong.

Born in dust, raised on flame, Ain’t no halo fits my frame. I drink my prayers, I chew my pain, And I don’t come clean in the rain.

Preacher said, “Boy, you bound for hell.” I said, “Good — at least they pay well.”

Heaven don’t hire men like me, No suit, no tie, no purity. I talk too loud, I fight too free, Heaven don’t hire men like me.

Got a soul that don’t clock out, Faith too loud for holy doubt. If mercy knock, I let it pass, I’m too busy kicking glass.

Saints got wings, I got wheels — They pray, I deal in feels.

Heaven don’t hire men like me, I’m built for storms, not clarity. I talk to ghosts, I toast the sea — Heaven don’t hire men like me.

Yeah, I seen that pearly gate, White light, gold plate. But they checked the list twice, And my name weren’t that nice. So I turned around, lit my smoke, Said, “Guess I’ll build my own hope.”

Heaven don’t hire men like me, And that’s fine, I work for free. Raise my glass to the damned and free — Heaven don’t hire men like me.

Yeah... But hell tips better anyway.

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