On top of the sky is a place where you go if you´ve done nothing wrong,
If you´ve done nothing wrong.

And down in the ground is a place where you go if you´ve been a bad boy,
If you´ve been a bad boy.

Why can´t we have eternal life,
And never die,
Never die?

In the place up above you grow feather wings and you fly round and round,
With a harp singing hymns.

And down in the ground you grow horns and a tail and you carry a fork,
And moan and wail.

Why can´t we have eternal life, And never die,

Never die?