I'm close to heaven - crushed at the gate.
Hell is boiling over and heaven is full.
We're chained to the world and we all gotta pull.
God used me as a hammer, boys, to beat his weary drum today.
The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand.
God builds a church. The devil builds a chapel.

Like the thistles that are growing round the trunk of a tree. I left my Bible by the side of the road. Carved my initials in an old dead tree.
You can drive out nature with a pitchfork, but it always comes roaring back again.
Did the devil make the world while God was sleeping?
I swang out wide with her on hell's iron gate.

Well, you say that it's gospel, but I know it's only a church.
Well, I got to keep myself, keep myself faithful and you know I've been so good except for drinking.
But He knew that I would...

Goddamn there's always such a big temptation to be good, to be good.
There's always free Cheddar in a mousetrap, baby...

Well they've stopped trying to hold him with mortar, stone and chain
He broke out of every prison.
The boots mount the staircase.
The door is flung back open.
He's not there for He had risen...

Don't you know there ain't no devil.
That's just God when he's drunk. Well, you leave me hanging by the skin of my teeth.
I've only got one leg to stand
You can send me to hell but I'll never let go of your hand.

Thanks to Tom Waites and Paul X