And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Heaven's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On Heaven's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Heaven built here
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear, clouds, unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire

Heaven was not, nor will be built
Jerusalem or Washington, both filled with hate and guilt
Religion does not prosper here, only violent beliefs
But heaven, a place so far away, has fought away from grief

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my Gun sleep in my hand
Till I have built our Heaven
In Heaven's green and welcome land.