Heaven

Here's how I made my fortune while you filled up your collection tin: Started with an orange juice stall (started with nothing at all) Moved on to marathon from crawl. And now they're coming after me? Over my dead body. God help me, Lord take me, Christ forgive me. Here's how I made my family: Nine months to create the image of me. Ah, such beauty. Oh, god help me. Lord take me, Christ forgive me. I lost it on stocks. Lost it all. Lost it all... Three months holed up. Put on these Nikes. Dress just like me. I'm going where the marathon leads me. Full ablution, I follow my gut. Follow my nose, find us lying in plain white robes. Oh, god help me. Lord take me, Christ forgive me. I lost it on stocks. Lost it all. Lost it all...