Shot To Hell

Sipping wine in Elysian Fields Where the sun is gold and the men genteel I found myself a-wandering along a silver shore When I came across a man I've never seen before He said "Son, can you see where the horizon ends? I'll sail out there and dive off the edge. This world's a paradise, where I don't want to be My story has been written but the plot unseen" I said "sir, with respect, do you feel unwell? You know our paradise is warmed by the fires of hell. We live in blissful ignorance and hide the awful truth So we can live a life of luxury and eat forbidden fruit" Then he set his sails and hoisted anchor The winds whipped, the waters churned His brow sweat, his muscles burned When the night turned to day And the clouds had finally parted He looked back at where he started He watched the sea fall into open sky Filled his lungs, closed his eyes Crossed his heart, and hoped to die And fell, shot to hell When he awoke, he found his body was broken Fading visions of the home he'd forsaken The children found him there and sang his praise "We are saved!" "I'm sorry children," he replied in shame "There is no heaven there to ease your pain Above us only men and mankind's greed But men are born of the same blood, and all men bleed And hungry dogs will bite when greedy hands won't feed." The winds whipped, the fires burned He marched with the children armed And they stormed the barricade! When the gates had finally parted He was back at where he started He watched as Zion crumbled from the sky Filled my lungs, closed my eyes Crossed my heart, hoped to die And fell, shot to hell