Shiny Stuff

I could swear up and down this life that I'm a good man
I've got a heart like gold as big as my right hand
I do my part, pay the bills for my God above
Too bad Heaven's not a place that I can just buy off

I'm finally checking in my bags
This place is better than not bad
I'm finally checking in my bags
This place is better than not bad

This place is really something else
New body, love, and shiny stuff
I feel my feet beneath the ground
Gold is just rushing out

I have a brand-new name, one that I can't spell
Wearing a heavy crown, but you could never tell
And sometimes I rapidly fall to my knees
This will not grow mundane, this is the Ivy League

I'm finally checking in my bags
This place is better than not bad
I'm finally checking in my bags
This place is better than not bad

This place is really something else
New body, love, and shiny stuff
I feel my feet beneath the ground
Gold is just rushing out

What if I don't belong?
What if I lose my key?
What if the King gets ticked
And drops me suddenly?
What if I lose my spot?
What if we fall again?
Oh, the King, oh, He has me
We're in the Ivy League
He erased the tree
Israel met a Man
Who changed Earth suddenly
Heaven and Earth made vows
Bodies arose again
Oh, the King, oh, He has me
In the palm of His hands

This place is really something else
New body, love, and shiny stuff
I feel my feet beneath the ground
Gold is just rushing out
This place is really something else
New body, love, and shiny stuff
I feel my feet beneath the ground
Gold is just rushing out