Cool, kicking back in your lawn chair
You summon Gabriel and Michael
"Hey, guys, we should torture
the humans, yes, why don't we do it
For our entertainment 'cause
Heaven is so dull?
Too many grapes, too many harps
Too many smiles, not enough weeping
They'll suffer so that we can feel
emotional release"
Well, I'm gonna stand up and call you out
You're a punk-ass, oh my god,
there is no doubt
Unsatisfied with rain, you made tears
And threw out your baby
expecting we'd praise ye
And worship your name in a song
Now she’s choking back the tears
(please tell us why)
Now she’s gasping for her breath
(please tell us why)
‘Cause she didn’t ever hurt no one