God Fearing Heathen

Well, I've cursed at Jesus with smoke on my breath I gave him every reason to leave me for dead Thank God He didn't, 'cause I swear I believe There's a place up in heaven for a God-fearing heathen like me And I know those streets of gold Ain't just paying for the souls Of the straight-walking saints that don't swear, smoke or drink It's for the losers and the winners, and hard-living sinners And God-fearing heathens like me Heathens like me Now I've danced with my demons, there's nowhere to run I could have stood in the darkness, loaded the gun But I prayed holes in the knees of this old faded jeans For a place up in heaven for a God-fearing heathen like me And I know those streets of gold Ain't just paying for the souls Of the straight-walking saints that don't swear, smoke or drink It's for the losers and the winners Hard-living sinners, and God-fearing heathens like me Now I've cursed at Jesus with smoke on my breath I gave him every reason to leave me for dead