A Dove in the Fog

You can't fly an airplane to heaven,
but if you do, you should sit in the back;
Cause he told ya but ya didn't believe him,
that first class will someday come last.

You won't find the kingdom of heaven,
except as a child of Jesus,
except as a child of Ja.
You must be a daydream believer,
must be a dove in the fog.

Cause the smelly and poor are the purest,
and God he smells through Calvin Klein;
And though I recommend Epicurus,
you won't nirvana in your mind.

You can't roll in like a panzer,
for God tempers the sword of the good;
Don't spread your talent like cancer,
cuz there's nothing where old Ozy stood.

You can't soar in as an eagle,
you must be a young Fletcher John;
Armani won't cover your evil,
you just can't march in as a God.

You have to believe in Mohammed,
you must tap your feet to the dead.
And you have it to find it your own way,
these are the only the words that I've said.