i was killed in a shopping cart turned upside down and left for dead i saw a clown try to speak to me as i floated overhead i found my way to a familiar place i swear i’d been sometime before i would’ve thought it was the marketplace but i could not find the door oh i have been to heaven and i have walked the streets but i couldn’t find a hand to hold to keep me on my feet paradise is a parking lot a spot up front is your reward and all the rest walk down streets of gold to the house they could afford i got lost in the swelling crowd i could not afford to eat you only have what you came in with so i’m living on the street oh i have been to heaven and i found no relief ‘cause i couldn’t find a hand to hold to keep me on my feet i heard Jesus Christ was there he had a car that’s bulletproof that way everyone is safe from the man who tells the truth oh i have been to heaven and i have walked the streets but i couldn’t find a hand to hold to keep me on my feet