People Like You (Heaven’s VIP)

[Verse 1] He cusses at waitresses after Sunday service Talks about grace with a cigarette burnin’ Got a Bible verse stitched on his dashboard leather But he cheats on his wife damn near every December She posts prayers in a filter every mornin’ Then tears down strangers without a warnin’ Talkin’ ‘bout sinners from a glass house view Like Heaven got a VIP room for people like you [Pre-Chorus] I ain’t sayin’ I’m a saint Never walked on water But I know damn well Love was always louder [Chorus] 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 callin’ 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 lettin’ in [Verse 2] 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 believed Meanwhile the loudest voices keep on preachin’ Throwin’ stones from behind their bleachers Talkin’ like Heaven’s some private club While hate leaks outta everything they touch [Pre-Chorus] I ain’t perfect Hell I’ve got scars But I never used God’s name To hide a hateful heart [Chorus] 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 callin’ 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 lettin’ in [Bridge] If love thy neighbor meant what it says This world’d sound different in our heads Maybe Heaven ain’t for the loudest in the room Maybe grace looks more like what you do [Final Chorus] 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 bein’ 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 lettin’ in!