Heaven, This Hypocrite Town

I'm the girl with the long, black hair driving in a stolen car;
You know I'll never care as long as I'm the brightest star.
I've rejected every suitor sent by God;
Every opportunity has pros and cons.

I'm so sick of this hypocrite town, so I'm hell-bent on running it down.
In this place called Heaven where I don't belong,
Angels condemn my residence, 'cause I'm in the wrong.

I'm the girl who's earned no wings -- I don't have the capacity;
God doesn't pull my strings -- he lets my past catch up with me.
When He made me, He replaced my heart with coal;
So it's no surprise my love and hate burn cold.

I'm so sick of this hypocrite town, so I'm hell-bent on running it down.
In this place called Heaven where I don't belong,
Angels condemn my residence, 'cause I'm in the wrong.

I've rejected every suitor sent by God;
Every opportunity has pros and cons.
When He made me, God replaced my blood with oil;
So it's no surprise that I turned out so spoiled.

I'm so sick of this hypocrite town, so I'm hell-bent on running it down.
In this place called Heaven where I don't belong,
Angels condemn my residence, 'cause I'm in the wrong.