Paradise comes at a price
That I am not prepared to pay
What were we built for?
Could someone tell me please?
Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God.
And such were some of you: but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.
Up in the mornin' out on the job,
And I work like the devil for my pay.
I know that a lucky old sun has nothin' to do,
But roll around heaven all day,
(Roll around heaven all day).
Dear Lord above, don't You see I'm pining,
I got tears all in my eyes?
Why don't You send down that cloud
With a silver lining, lift me up to paradise.
— That smell. I'll miss it.
— What, the shit house?
— Nah. I don't know what it is. Birmingham, I suppose. Small Heath. That smell.
— The smell brings it back.
— Where's John, do you think, Tom?
— Fuck knows.
— He's gone, though, like a hole behind your head.
— I thought you thought there was a heaven.
— No. More like hell for our John.
— Nah, neither one. He's just not here any more. It's like with Grace. Arthur... they're just gone. Just fucking gone.