Lawn Chair

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