Some people think they're Christians cause they're born in the U.S. of A.
But waving Old Glory never took a sin away
I ain't knockin' Betsy Ross
But a patriot can still get lost
And if you wanna get to heaven, you can't go round the cross.

Well you can quit your cussin' and smoke no cigarettes
Stop your fightin' and fussin', never ever gamble or bet
Not cheat, steal, or touch the sauce
Love your wife and please your boss
But if you wanna get to heaven, you can't go round the cross.

I ain't talkin' 'bout religion or payin' no monthly dues
Singin' in the choir Sunday morning, warming the pews
You can sit there till you gather moss
But in the end you'll have to count the cost
And if you wanna get to heaven, you can't go round the cross.
Well you can vegetate, migrate, lay prostrate, elevate
Rotate, salivate, gyrate and mediate
Let every pudgy maharaji tell you what he thinks is true
But Jesus is the only one who gave His own life for you.

And if you wanna get to heaven, you can't go round the cross.
Said if you wanna get to heaven, you can't go round the cross.
(Ain't it the truth?)