All my heroes are going to heaven

All the junkies and the liars and the fools

All good-timin' men will leave their voices on the wind

It's a kindness we cannot repay to them.

There's a choir singin' in a southern accent, a fiddle in the band

There's a "hallelujah!" on the lips of every dying man

Mama, don't you cry when they're dead and gone

Jesus, he loves his sinners and heaven is a honky-tonk.

I won't say their names

They've been said enough in vain

Just the memory and the thousand years of smiles

The lines around your eyes

Tell me you're not far behind

But I can see that livin' free was worth the while.

There's a choir singin' in a southern accent, a fiddle in the band

There's a "hallelujah!" on the lips of every dying man

Mama, don't you cry when they're dead and gone

Jesus, he loves his sinners and heaven is a honky-tonk.

Happiness, they say, is a jukebox that always plays

And a lonesome heart ain't lonely anymore

Every soul that dared passed on is now covered in neon

They dance with silver wings on wooden floors.

There's a choir singin' in a southern accent, a fiddle in the band

There's a "hallelujah!" on the lips of every dying man

Mama, don't you cry when they're dead and gone

Jesus, he loves his sinners and heaven is a honky-tonk.