Hank's Checkout Line

Some would try to claim that hard living ain't hardly a life Some would fantasize and fetishize about curating ideal strife But there's a place out there where all famished souls may go And it glows from the light above and the fire below So pull a chair up against the cold Your dreams like mine are bought and sold There's no expiration date on original sin So keep on self improving I swear to God that I'll be fine Judge me at the pearly gates, not in the Hank's checkout line Judge me at the pearly gates, not in the Hank's checkout line Well, to the masses the bread and fish are multiplied And forbidden fruit can be tasted at a discount price And you can't juice cleanse your conscience I can't wipe the grease from my soul So settle down, stay in town and swear you never had control So pull a chair up against the cold Your dreams like mine are bought and sold There's no expiration date on original sin So keep on self improving I swear to God that I'll be fine Judge me at the pearly gates, not in the Hank's checkout line Judge me at the pearly gates, not in Not in Oh, the Hank's checkout line