Feather

On judgement day
The ancient Egyptians say
They weigh your heart against feather
If I had a car
I'd drive to Munich
I'd take the backroads
And I'd eat when I'm hungry
And I'd sleep in my clothes
And I'd catch hell for it
When I got home I suppose
But it's my soul, it's my soul
It's my soul, it's my soul
It's my soul, it's my soul

And if I won the lottery
I'd just give it all away
And I'd hang out with the bums
In the park all day
I'd sleep under a bridge somewhere
And that's the way I'd save my soul
Save my soul, save my soul
Save my soul, save my soul
And that's the way I'd save my soul