Paying My Way To Heaven

Putting my list together
Christmas time again
And baby you're at the bottom
Cause hurting has a way of calling
When the dust of back stabbing settles
And I would wrap my presents in pay stubs
If it would bring you back to me.

Paying my way to heaven
To keep my boys in shoes
It's all I'm Living for
And baby it only gets worse
As long as you're pointing towards the door.

Baby it's about feelings
And I got a few
So you know what you can do
With all that lawyer nonsense
Giving you the blues.

Paying my way to heaven
To keep my boys in shoes
It's all I'm living for
And baby it only gets worse
As long as you're pointing towards the door.

Worked my last day
for the YMCA
It got me through
Two years of dealing
So what can I say
I'm still here
Kicking and screaming
Like the day I was born.

Paying my way to heaven
To keep my boys in shoes
It's all I'm living for
And baby it only gets worse
As long as you're pointing towards the door.

A little snow on the roof
It's more than proof
I can still out do
Any punk off the street like you.


Paying my way to heaven
To keep my boys in shoes
It's all I'm living for
And baby it only gets worse
As long as you're pointing towards the door.