Dreams of Poor Paradise

[bartleby]

Everlasting God above
Don’t mean shit to me
Working my fingers to the bone
Trying to keep cold in this frozen home

And If I had a billion dollars then
F*** you
My children’s children would have a billion, too
And if they never worked a day in their life it’d be alright
You can keep your dreams of poor paradise

I’m not bitter
I ain’t a quitter
Ain’t lookin’ for no pot a gold
Just don’t stand there and tell me
Jesus justifies the rich man’s soul

If we’re all equal in heavenly glory
I wish God’d quit pissin’ in my face
Maybe he could pay it forward
So I could heat this goddamn place.

And If I had a billion dollars then
F*** you
My children’s children would have a billion, too
And if they never worked a day in their life it’d be alright
You can keep your dreams of poor paradise

[bartleby]

lyrics for a country song.