God Fearing Heathen

Well, I've cursed at Jesus with smoke on my breath I gave him every reason to leave me for dead I thank God He didn't, 'cause I swear I believe There's a place up in heaven for a God fearing heathen like me And I know those streets of gold Ain't just paying for the souls Of the straight walking saints that don't swear, smoke or drink It's for the losers and the winners, and hard living sinners And God fearing heathens like me Now I've danced with my demons, there's nowhere to run I could have stood in the darkness and loaded the gun But I prayed holes in the knees of this old faded jeans For a place up in Heaven for a God fearing heathen like me And I know those streets of gold Ain't just paying for the souls Of the straight walking saints that don't swear, smoke or drink It's for the losers and the winners, and hard living sinners And God fearing heathens like me Heathens like me Now I've cursed at Jesus with smoke on my breath I gave Him every reason to leave me for dead