Heaven/Hell
Jules Shear
[Verse 1]
I know a place where the poets have no words to sell
Now is it heaven or is it hell?
I know a place where words can't conjure up a spell
Now is it heaven or is it hell?
[Bridge]
There are no goldfish swimming around anyone's head
Just the greyish color between right and wrong instead
And all the heathen poets are home in bed by eleven
[Outro]
Now is that hell?