The barrio starts two streets over Miguel, heÂ’s a friend of mine With brick weed built a reputation Like dry ice in the summertime Now all you need is an electric razor A magic bullet in a grassy knoll The whole world is just a little oyster To snow white and the poison apple leaves
I woke up in the age of wires I fell asleep at the dusk of man Now IÂ’m cold (...?...) Fingers crossed in the promised land
But you wonÂ’t be getting in No you wonÂ’t be getting in No you wonÂ’t be getting in All sold out In heaven
The barrio starts two streets over Monsay, sheÂ’s a friend of mine Keeps a piece like a whistleblower Flying kites in the wintertime Magic carpet is the transportation Went to the moon in a soda can Not all my boys believe in science Stretching truth in the promised land
But you wonÂ’t be getting in No you wonÂ’t be getting in (you know by now) No you wonÂ’t be getting in (you know by now) ItÂ’s sold out In heaven
(spoken) chorus again, or another one? another one.
You know by now That you wonÂ’t be getting in No you wonÂ’t be getting in (you know by now) No you wonÂ’t be getting in (you know by now) ItÂ’s sold out In heaven
No, you wonÂ’t be getting in To heaven (you know by now) To heaven (you know by now) To heaven (you know by now)