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 (pleasе tell us why)
Now she's gasping for her brеath (please tell us why)
'Cause she didn't ever hurt no one