[Verse 1]
Found my Sunday suit
Still smells like smoke and rain
Got a list of my mistakes
Folded in the pocket
Stained
Mama’s Bible on the dashboard
Page torn where my name’s wrote down
If they’re countin’ up my chances
I burned most of mine to the ground
[Chorus]
If I make it through those gates
Heaven’s gonna hear me
Singin’ like a backroad choir
Shoutin’ out my story
Yeah I’ll bring my busted halo
My tattoos and my scars
If I make it through those gates
Heaven’s gonna hear me
Give heaven some hell
From this wild heart
[Verse 2]
I’ve prayed in dive bar bathrooms
Blew my paycheck on the run
Left a trail of late-night “sorry”
Voicemails comin’ with the sun
But I’ve loved hard
Fought fair
Held strangers when they cried
If that counts for anything
Maybe I still got a shot on the other side
[Chorus]
If I make it through those gates
Heaven’s gonna hear me
Singin’ like a backroad choir
Shoutin’ out my story
Yeah I’ll bring my busted halo
My tattoos and my scars
If I make it through those gates
Heaven’s gonna hear me
Give heaven some hell
From this wild heart
[Bridge]
So raise your glass for the half-lost
Half-saved
Half-right crowd (hey!)
If we get in by the skin of our teeth
We’re still gonna sing too loud
[Chorus]
If we make it through those gates
Heaven’s gonna hear us
Singin’ like a backroad choir
Turnin’ up the glory
Yeah we’ll bring our busted halos
Our tattoos and our scars
If we make it through those gates
Heaven’s gonna hear us
Give heaven some hell
From these wild hearts (oh yeah)