Four Year Strong - Heaven Wasn't Built To Hold Me Lyrics

They sink down deeper
While still dodging the creeper
Of the blue collar classic motif
Let it fall into the sea

With your perfect posture
Still a crooked spine
While the flume you protect starts to leak

Can't buy pride with good intentions

Whoa, whoa, I feel like I'm a saint
Whoa, whoa but I'm treated like a ghost
Whoa, whoa, I feel like I'm a saint
Whoa, whoa but I'm treated like a ghost

You starve for attention
But you've been biting the bullet for years
You betrayed my trust
To learn my secrets and manifest my fears

The cause and effect
For the simple minded
It's pulled you in the ugliness
Whose pocket book you've loaded

Can't buy luck with no religion

Whoa, whoa, I feel like I'm a saint
Whoa, whoa but I'm treated like a ghost

Drifting through life without a trace
Heaven won't take me but hell can't wait
Whoa, whoa but I'm treated like a ghost

You can't break this spell
You can save me
You can't right my wrongs
You can't part the sea
Heaven wasn't built to hold me

Whoa, whoa, I feel like I'm a saint
Whoa, whoa but I'm living with a curse
Whoa, whoa, I feel like I'm a saint
Whoa, whoa but I'm treated like a ghost

Drifting through life without a trace
Heaven won't take me but hell can't wait
Whoa, whoa but I'm treated like a ghost