Créditos
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Montijo
Songwriter
Letras
If I get to heaven, I'll walk down every street
If they're speaking English, I'll tell everyone I meet
All about California; how nice it is back home
If I make it back alive, I'll call them on the phone
And wish them well
Now there's lots of hopeful people hanging on a wire
While angry men with microphones are preaching to the choir
They're talking about family values; talking about hate and hell;
Talking about salvation and I hope it turns out well
But if I accidentally get sent to heaven
And it's the heaven they've been selling on TV
I'll walk up to Jesus' gate;
Ask him what's with all this hate
And where are all my good friends supposed to be;
And what the hell are we doing here, you and me
One of my first memories is a church in San Diego
A building filled with mystery and places to hide
I'd climb up to the tower; spy on all my friends;
Hear the congregation sing with pride
But if I get sent to heaven
And it's the heaven they've been selling on TV
I'll walk up to Jesus' gate;
Ask him what's with all this hate
And where are all my friends supposed to be;
And what the hell are we doing here, you and me
If I get to heaven, I'll walk down every street
If they're speaking English, I'll tell everyone I meet
That I wish them well
Written by: Mark Montijo