Lament for Tammy Faye.

Buy me a trip to heaven
‘Cause it seems there’s no other way
out of this hell

Mercenary missionaries
selling heaven
on a street corner

Any type of heaven you want -
anything for a price -
sliced and diced and
served cold
for a small fee

Everybody scrambles for
the careless coin
dangling from those pearly gates

Don’t confuse glitter with gold
because enlightenment
comes in all shades

Call it what you want
but god is not a ticket-taker
and the admission fee
into eternity
shouldn’t be a yoke

Maybe you didn’t
sell your soul to the devil
but I know he made a bid

And whoever was left standing
when the auction was over,
you wound up paying the price