2. People Like You (Heaven's VIP)

[Intro] [distorted electric guitar riff, heavy drums] Yeah! Yeah! (Mmm, yeah) [vocal growl] Ho! [Verse 1] [acoustic guitar strumming, clean electric guitar accents] Because it's way too soon This after-song-and-service Talks about grace With a cigarette burning Got a Bible verse stitched On his dashboard leather But he cheats on his wife Damn near every December She posts prayers in a field to every morning Then tears down strangers without a warning Talking about sinners from a glass house view Like Heaven got a VIP room for people like you [Pre-Chorus] [bass and drums build, electric guitar swells] I ain't saying I'm a saint Never walked on water But I know damn well Love was always louder [Chorus] [full band, heavy distorted guitars] I never learned to pray right Never knew the words Never wore a cross chain Never spoke in church But I fed who was hungry I stayed when times got rough And when my night comes calling I know that'll be enough When I get up to those gates I won't need no alibi 'Cause God don't count the Hallelujahs if you spent your whole life cruel inside So tell me again Which one of us you really think He ain't letting in? [Post-Chorus] [guitar solo with wah effect] Woo! (Yeah) [Verse 2] [drums and bass continue, palm-muted electric guitar] I knew a man worked doubles every season Quiet kind of soul, never needed a reason Gave his last twenty to a stranger in need Never once stopped to ask what they believe Meanwhile the loudest voices keep on preaching Throwing stones from behind their bleachers Talking like Heaven's some private club While hate leaks out of everything they touch [Pre-Chorus] [distorted guitar power chords] I ain't perfect Hell, I've got scars But I never used God's name to hide a hateful heart [Chorus] [heavy rock instrumentation] I never learned to pray right Never knew the words Never wore a cross chain Never spoke in church But I fed who was hungry I stayed when times got rough And when my night comes calling I know that'll be enough When I get up to those gates I won't need no alibi 'Cause God don't count the Hallelujahs if you spent your whole life cruel inside So tell me again Which one of us you really think He ain't letting in? [Bridge] [half-time feel, clean guitar arpeggios] If love thy neighbor meant what it says This world would sound different in our heads Maybe Heaven ain't for the loudest in the room Maybe grace looks more like what you do [Chorus] [full intensity, driving drums] I never learned to pray right Still I gave more than I took Never needed some spotlight To live by that good book And if Saint Peter asks me What I did down here below I'll say I tried to love people more than I loved being known When I get up to those gates I'll look God dead in the eyes And I don't think He'll ask me how many Sundays I survived So tell me again Which one of us you really think He ain't letting in? [Outro] [distorted guitar riffing] He ain't letting in Hey!