Momma prays the collar stays And fake black leather dress-up shoes To keep me looking clean and prude for Jesus to see us And the snacks that we leave crushed there in the carpet below the pews I don't need a sign If it's fake, then that's alright with me I guess I'll never know what's really right I'll just keep on playing Like all of it feels so real to me And God's got me a mansion with the angels in heaven I was told in Sunday school that "God's got real big plans for you" I hope it's true If I can keep from the Devil's drink My grandkids' kids will remember me I don't need a sign If it's fake, then that's alright with me I guess I'll never know what's really right I'll just keep on playing Like all of it feels so real to me And God's got me a mansion in the sky And speak of my return When Jesus resurrects all of the righteous boys and girls And all of my stupid asshole friends that tortured me in high school will be cast in the flames Oh god I can't wait Yeah And I know that God hates my yellin' But I hope there's windows in heaven Where I can watch them burn Cause I don't need a sign If it's fake, then that's alright with me I guess I'll never know what's really right I'll just keep on playing Like all of it feels so real to me And God's got me a mansion in the God's got me a mansion in the God's got me a mansion in the sky