When I passed from this life into the next
I was carried through the gates by the Son of Man
As I looked at him he wiped away my tears
It was then that I noticed my wounds were healed

As my eyes turned forward I saw the streets of Gold
He gently place my feet upon the street
As I looked down I noticed my shoes were gone
I stood with bare feet on Heaven's road

I also noticed that my weapon was now gone
My bullet proof vest as well my cuffs are missing
My badge was replaced by one of solid gold
At first I looked at him in puzzlement

Then I knew that I will never have need
To use those tools of my trade
That I had carried for many years
For now I Patrol The Streets of Gold