The Icicle Works - Stood Before Saint Peter lyrics

In the moment of my madness In the presence of my shame I stood before St. Peter Naked and unnamed Praying the fell with genius Win the blue silk hoe Across the street where angels stood In colors bright and bold He said, "Son, before I judge you I have to make this clear Your heartfelt prayers for Heaven on Earth Don't come to much up here" 'Cause you still k** your brother And watch your children die Two thousand years ain't changed your ways And still you wonder why The east side and the west side With great distance in between Are parted by false values And a blindness seldom seen There's murder in the city street Bloodshed in the fields You take your life so lightly Can you imagine how Jesus feels? As I climbed the staircase My suitcase in my hand The stars around me shone like j**els On a vast and promised land We never claimed perfection It's hard enough to learn Heaven's doors are open wide The fires of Hell still burn