In Paradise

The room is filled with smoke. The crowd is makin’ noise. We’re in our second set.

I’m in a different club every other night playin’ with the Dixon band.

We’re playin’ nice and tight. The sound is smokin’ hot. People try to get our names.

As years goes by I start to realize that I’m lost in this rock ’n’ roll game.

I always said my prayers at night.

I crossed my heart if I should die...thinkin’ that I would live in Paradise.

Church and Sunday school was a childhood routine that I knew too well.

Though I heard about God and the old rugged cross, I was on a “Highway to Hell.”

Playing rock ’n’ roll was my love and my life. I gave it my heart and soul.

With the amplifiers ringing out “Hell’s Bells,” I knew for whom the bell tolled.

I always said my prayers at night.

I crossed my heart if I should die...thinkin’ that I would live in Paradise.

The wheels are spinnin’, but I’m not movin’.

My life’s in shambles. My life’s in ruins.

I’m trippin’ out in a world of lies.

The Comet’s crashing. It’s getting Darker.

The messenger’s warning is getting louder.

Got to find the way before I die.

I went to see the preacher man, to get some answers from him.

He told me ‘bout love and the grace of God, and that Jesus died for my sins.

I said a prayer that very night.

I gave Him my heart, my soul, my life...gave it to the King of Paradise.