He said i wasn’t going to heavenThen i’ll see him down in hellI thought i was going to heavenNow it’s very hard to tellI hold these views but i get no respectTheo says that’s not theologically correctMy grandmother’s up there waitingShe spoke to me one nightShe said « there are millions of us prayingThat you will be alright. »Jesus spoke to me only onceAudibly for sureWhen i was down on my luck,He offered me the cureHe said « this trial is over »I haven’t heard that voice since thenWe both agree i’m a sinner,And what happens in the endI had a quarter in my pocketI pumped way too much gasAnd like those bread and fishiesMy little quarter turned to cashI said that god’s a mysterySo much that’s hard to tellTheo said i wasn’t going to heavenThen i’ll see him down in hellI hold these views but i get no respectI guess that we just don’t philosophically connect