Take me to the church where my father and my mothernPrayed for me and my dear brothernWhile the angels undercover cursed our namesnChildren, do you believe in heaven?nTell me, do you believe in heaven?n‘Cause there’s a place that’s filled with flamesnAnd it’s calling out your namenSo you best believe in heavennWith your blind and absent faithnnAnd take me to the park where we played, the light went darknAnd even jesus didn’t mattern’cause our souls were filled with laughternAnd our laughter reached to heavennWhile our sorrows went to hellnnTake me to the fields where my father spent his daysnSlaving for a beggar’s wagenThe day is over, turn the pagenThere’ll be another when you wakenWaiting in your cup of coffeenAnd you hear our mother coughingnAs you whisper to her softlynBut we still hear we every strainnWe still hear every strainnnAnd take me to the house where my mother rests her bonesnIn that chair she rests her bonesnQuietly, unsuspecting thronenLock me out, but don’t deny her what she ownsnBecause i don’t believe in heavennNo, i don’t believe in heavennThere’s a place that’s filled with flamesnAnd it’s calling out my namen’cause i don’t believe in heavennLock me out but don’t deny her what she ownsnLock me out but don’t deny her what she owns…nnAnd take me to the church where my father and my mothernPray for me and my dear brothernWhile the angels undercover cursed our names…