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I was on my way to heaven when you died I was whistling up the express lane, I was cheating HOV lanes Made it to the gate with record timing I quickly through my hazards on (to buy the fine of parking?) I was on my way to heaven when you died I was dressed in all black in a hope That nobody would notice me the boltcutters I was hiding Underneath my oversized jacket I snuck around the back and broke you out when the gods weren't looking I was on my way to heaven when you died But then it was all over They got us surrounded They beat us with batons Cuffed us and threw us in the car When I wake up I want to talk to a lawyer I demand a fair and speedy trial Where do people go when they die? How do you keep them alive? How do you make sure that something like this won't ever happen again? Where do people go when they die? How do you keep them alive? How do you make sure that something like this won't ever happen again? Not to any other friends Letras de cancionesBut oh, how can a perfect human run out of luck As just so many other people scream (and jive?)? And oh, I cannot help but fear the things that I can't control The things I'll never ever know Where do people go when they die? How do you keep them alive? How do you make sure that something like this won't ever happen again? Where do people go when they die? How do you keep them alive? How do you make sure that something like this won't ever happen again? Not to any other, any other friends (Thanks to Jack for these lyrics) From Letras Mania