Heaven is a Slag
This sure ain’t my idea of paradise
If this is heaven, it sure is a slag
All those promises sounded so nice
But I get the feeling I’ve been had
This is Great
This is bigger than the both of us
We just operate with minimum fuss
This is great, at least I think it is
This is great, at least it should be
That is what you told me
Now you’ve got a hold of me
I stood on your doorstep
Thought I’d been here before
For a second I wasn’t sure
So I knocked on the door
Come on in, you said
I left the doorstep behind
And warmth and comfort I did find
These crazy ideas are just in my mind
Have you a concept
Of the vastness of the planet?
There’s just so many things going on
I don’t understand how can it?
My own world is so small
And so is yours as well
I wonder if it will be like this
In either heaven or hell?
This picture isn’t moving
But everything is living
They are just hanging up there
Just hanging in the air
You can watch your friends die
In slow motion
The blink of an eye
Could be no motion
And it could last forever
Hey, did I ever tell you how good you were?
Did I ever mention about your lovely hair?
You know your girlfriends are always the best
All of this and don’t forget the rest
Did I ever tell you you’re Mr Wonderful?
No? I guess I just forgot