On top of the sky is a place where you go if you've done nothing wrong,
If you've done nothing wrong.
And down in the ground is a place where you go if you've been a bad boy,
If you've been a bad boy.
Why can't we have eternal life,
And never die,
Never die?
In the place up above you grow feather wings and you fly round and round,
With a harp singing hymns.
And down in the ground you grow horns and a tail and you carry a fork,
And burn away.
