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