Set out to namenAll the unborn children the clinic claimednLending my hand to St. PeternTo help him sought them out at the pearly gatesnnAnd I don't know what it's likenBut I'll make a good guessnI'll bet it's fields of flowers, tree forts, sleepovers and swing setsnnAnd if you had been bornnI would've been such a good dadnWould've never raised my voicenWould've never raised my handnnAnd on your wedding daynI would've stood so proudnBut she gave you to GodnAnd I'm stuck here in hellnnOh maybe it's better this waynNo more suffering and painnOh maybe it's better this waynNo more suffering and painn