HEAVEN

love its a long life we've lived
Time is clocking to lay on the bed of fire
Tulips and Roses seem to be worn out
while the branches of oak have no leaves
the birds are flying and the sun is shining
while i search the path to heaven

As the farmer rides his cart through the meadows
and the airplane roars into stratosphere
the snow covering the northern hemisphere

My spirit is high,I find the way to heaven

Ridin on satan's back
driving me
dont stop me
dont never

Neither a saint,nor the pains come in my way
As i trail the path all the way up

leaving the land of my bad sins
seeing an angel with shimmering light
showing the way to heaven

at last the map is laid
and did you know
Im gonna touch the skyline
on my way to heaven