They say that good boysWalk straight on white linesAnd good boys keep their livers cleanAnd smoke out of their lungsCause it's all about what you've doneGood boys don't make mistakes to learn fromCause when heaven comesThey won't be caught being youngGrace, make your way to the wellTo those who deserve itCause after all they've earned itBut vain, its in vainCause they don't need itThey're steady, steady breathersWho won't lift a finger for the gasping weakerSo just hoard your hollow completionLike it's something wearing thinLike it's gonna get you in when heaven comesCause when heaven comesI swear it comes in loveGrace, make your way to the wellTo those who deserve itCause after all they've earned itBut vain, its in vainCause they don't need itGrace, make your way to the wellBut its in vainCause they don't need itNow I let go of your hand somewhere betweenLove and what it demands of meNow I let go of your hand somewhere betweenLove and what it demands of meGrace, make your way, make your wayGrace, make your way, make your wayGrace, make your way, make your wayGrace, make your way, make your wayGrace, make your way, make your way