And does Mel Gibson know about this song?
No idea the title or the artist, but a mom is pleading with God to spare her daughter because she is too young to cross the street by herself and some drunk-ass bum who has had too much of the Holy Wine that the aformentioned son has conjured from Heavenly Water might run over her on the streets (paved with gold–what kind of braking distances would one need on streets “MADE OF SOLID GOOOLLLLDDDDD?”) of Heaven.
Sorry, I’m sure this is a touching song to some folks, but it brings to mind so many thoughts other than the plight of a dying child.
Christian dogma says we’ll all get mansions in heaven. This song implies we’ll get cars! I just know in Heaven I’ll be living in a tar-papered shotgun shack, driving a friggin’ Yugo.
Are there stop lights, crosswalks, etc. on the streets of Heaven?
Is there a speed limit in Heaven?
Would you know my name if I saw you in Heaven? Oops, wrong insipid song.
Really, it creeps me out. Let’s say you totally believe in God, Jesus, etc. Do you want to be sitting there in the hospital throwing the death of Jesus in God’s face? Ain’t gonna win you no points, lady!
Creepy song.
So, comment on this, or make this thread a “Thoughts That Go Through Your Mind When Hearing Insipid Songs That The Songwriter Surely Never Intended,” or something.
Creepy fucking song!
Sir Rhosis