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Heaven For The Weather Lyrics
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
There's something in the sun this day, I feel it
Or maybe it's just my hay fever
The weeds are green, the sky is shining
But it'll soon be night which is nicer
But then cracks peel back and hell bends the room
And the devil gestures to you
You've never seen such a Beelzebee
And he's telling you to make up your bean about what's left of your evening
About whether to flake out or fecking stay out
What do you make of this doubt?
The devil wants to know if you're going down or up
Easy - I know what my speech should be
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
The devil beams a big beaming grin
The sort which leads you up the streets of sin
He holds up paperwork - sign the line
Let's clash with madmen, grime is fine
It sounds all hectic, you're having cold feet
Things are getting out of hand, you make an embarrasing retreat
Let's ride the valkyrie, commit a bit of sin
Turn rock to rubble, punch me in the chin
I simply, Lucifer, refuse to wind up on fire with low-life liars
Then you're destined for the world without chores and sweating -
The eternal hell of boredom in heaven
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
You tell the devil in no uncertain terms
You'll never be evil, you'll never be turned
What is this evil? And who decides this?
When left to devices some humans try shit
This is the reason we should all be tied up?
We're just normal people exploring our minds
We don't go around here putting poison in wine
But we enjoy what we like which is not always right
People are intricate, people aren't swines
let's screw the rules up and rely on our minds
Sign on the line
You sign on the line
He clutches the wine and tips it in cyonide
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
Or maybe it's just my hay fever
The weeds are green, the sky is shining
But it'll soon be night which is nicer
But then cracks peel back and hell bends the room
And the devil gestures to you
You've never seen such a Beelzebee
And he's telling you to make up your bean about what's left of your evening
About whether to flake out or fecking stay out
What do you make of this doubt?
The devil wants to know if you're going down or up
Easy - I know what my speech should be
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
The sort which leads you up the streets of sin
He holds up paperwork - sign the line
Let's clash with madmen, grime is fine
It sounds all hectic, you're having cold feet
Things are getting out of hand, you make an embarrasing retreat
Let's ride the valkyrie, commit a bit of sin
Turn rock to rubble, punch me in the chin
I simply, Lucifer, refuse to wind up on fire with low-life liars
Then you're destined for the world without chores and sweating -
The eternal hell of boredom in heaven
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
You'll never be evil, you'll never be turned
What is this evil? And who decides this?
When left to devices some humans try shit
This is the reason we should all be tied up?
We're just normal people exploring our minds
We don't go around here putting poison in wine
But we enjoy what we like which is not always right
People are intricate, people aren't swines
let's screw the rules up and rely on our minds
Sign on the line
You sign on the line
He clutches the wine and tips it in cyonide
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
Song Info
Submitted by
muzak On Sep 10, 2008
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it's about encountering sin and how quick people are to judge it instead of just seeing it as your whole growing up process. i do love and agree with the chorus.
its absolutley hilarious....its a tale that tells how some of us feel about sinning/doing bad. It's true and funny...i love the chorus..its pretty smart too :)
Not the best song after the first hearing, but it delivers a 'nice and happy' message that humans are good after all, human nature causes to do things that may not be morally appropriate, but we aren't evil either.
beezlebub? - "the ales of being"?