I Don't Want To Go To Heaven

I don't want to go to Los Angeles, sometimes I like snow
And I don't want to go to Chicago where the cold winds never cease to blow
And I don't want to go to Seattle, too much coffee and Rasta hair
I don't want to go to Heaven, 'cause you won't be there

I don't want to go to Miami, I'm too old and fat
I don't want to go to New York City because it's too big, I can't handle that
And I don't want to go to Dallas, too many Republicans everywhere
I don't want to go to Heaven, 'cause you won't be there

Unless you change your wicked ways
Do something decent for a change
Be careful what you do and say
Be nice to people every day
And maybe things will be okay
For you

But I don't want to go to London, I'm already in a fog
I don't want to go to Peking because I lost my taste for dog
And I don't want to go to Wyoming because its corners are too square
I don't want to go to Heaven, 'cause you won't be there

Unless you change your wicked ways, you won't be there
Unless you change your wicked ways, you won't be there
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