Let Them Go to Heaven

Let them go to heaven, Let them go to hell If on earth I cannot last I wanna go to Jazz Don’t surround me with cherubin And their curled yellow locks A place where there’s no vodka on the rocks Spare me the diet of Honey and milk In our high-up 52nd street, I hear voices of the finest silk What use are angels singing sweet soft hymns? Here comes jazz to blow away my sins Let them go to heaven Let them go to hell When on earth I’ve had my chance Take me to a Cajun dance Don’t send me to a city built with golden blocks They say money talks and talks and talk and talks Spare me from perfection Bring on that scratchy fiddle Well loved with cracks running right down the middle What use are angels singing sweet, soft hymns? These dancers are gonna stomp out all my sins Let them go to heaven, Let them go to hell, When my body leaves my soul Take me to rock and roll Don’t surround me with endless joy Uninterrupted a calm A place like that wouldn’t know what to do with A snare, a kick or a tom Spare me the saving from my unholy life I can’t hear that guitar burn if I can’t feel the strife What use are angels singing sweet soft hymns? When I’ve got rock to roll away my sins I’ve got rock to roll away my sins