[ Featuring His Skeletons ]
I'm glad you made it
Even though I know you know our mommas hate it
Got so lifted that we're levitating
But maybe there's a chance to save us
So before we go along the way
There's one thing that I should say
When we get to heaven's gate
They ask how much does a feather weigh?
I heard it's seven grams short of an ounce
The savages take out a q for themselves before anyone else does
But hey that's a lot less than a pound
And being a felon was never your style
I guess it worked out
Get it?
It'd be best to play it by the book
We were always halfway crooks
Show your better half when they look
Down on us with 84 eyes
Won't be much that we can hide
If I was you I wouldn't even try
And maybe that feather could one day be part our wings
I'm glad you made it
Even though I know you know your momma hates it
Got so lifted that you're levitating
You've only got one chance to save your soul
Now that you've come all this way
There's only one thing to say
Before you get through heaven's gates
Tell me how much does a feather weigh?
You lived upon
The razors edge
Or, had you forgotten?
Now, cross your heart
Then cross the line
While I weigh your options
Can a man
Die again?
I'll read your verdict
In every language
You can't mistake it
With forty two tongues
