On top of the sky is a place where you go if you've done nothing wrong,

If you've done nothing wrong.

And down in the ground is a place where you go if you've been a bad boy,

If you've been a bad boy.



Why can't we have eternal life,

And never die,

Never die?

In the place up above you grow feather wings and you fly round and round,

With a harp singing hymns.



And down in the ground you grow horns and a tail and you carry a fork,

And burn away.



Why can't we have eternal life, And never die,



Never die?