I made my bed in the clouds
So I'll lie in it
I'm not one for church
But I'll down water and wine
Sip from goblets, wear a veil
Keep the Holy Ghost on the line
I found God in his hips
Pressed into Levis
In his golden thread
I've become entwined
He's the king of heaven or of prom
Sneaking me past the pearly gates
He doesn't know I'm not an angel
When he tells me it's okay
I want him to swallow me whole
Sew pearls into my skin
Blow his religion down my larynx
Absolve me of sin
I wear my name on my neck in silver
I want it on his in gold
Evolve from a sinner to a child of God
Just by drowning in his hold
He's the king of heaven or of prom
Sneaking me past the pearly gates
He doesn't know I'm not an angel
When he tells me it's okay
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
It's not okay
He's not helping me down
So to hell with it