Prompt / Lyrics
[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)
Tags
rock, Big anthemic alt-country with male vocals: crunchy late-90s guitars over modern tight drums and subtle 808 low end, verses riding a steady rhythmic pocket. Huge singalong chorus with stacked gang vocals, slide guitar hooks, and a soaring melodic top line. Bridge strips to vocal and toms before exploding back with wide stereo guitars and a long, held final note., rhythmic, electric, country, male vocals, pop, alternative country, country rock
Duration
3:19
Instrumental
No
Created
3/27/2026