Good people go to heaven

each time i step outside i hear birds, strings, and prettiful things.
so, what you gotta do round here to get a reaction? body part, violent verb, city boy face, concrete kerb. you sigh but then... you say that: "i'll give it all to charity. I want to be a good person, i'll earn my place in heaven". oh sweet lord, i bore myself, i bore myself into pieces, for you to pick me up, and "bla bla bla i don't like cars, nor coffee shops trendy wine bars, and we'll teach ourselves to care..."