The Streets - Heaven For The Weather lyrics
[The Streets - Heaven For The Weather lyrics]
I wanna go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I wanna 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 (Uh, huh)
The weeds are green, the sky is shining
But it'll soon be night, which is nicer
Then cracks peel back and hell bends the room
And the devil gestures to you
You, you've never seen such a Beelzebub
And he's telling you to make up your bean
On what's left of your evening
About whether to flake out
Or fecking stay out
What does 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 wanna go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I wanna 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 out of hand
You make embarrassing 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 wanna go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I wanna 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
And this is the reason we
Should all be tied up?
We're just normal people exploring our minds
We don't go 'round 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 in cyanide
I wanna go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I wanna to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
I wanna go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I wanna to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
I wanna go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I wanna to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
But hell for the company
I wanna 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 (Uh, huh)
The weeds are green, the sky is shining
But it'll soon be night, which is nicer
Then cracks peel back and hell bends the room
And the devil gestures to you
You, you've never seen such a Beelzebub
And he's telling you to make up your bean
On what's left of your evening
About whether to flake out
Or fecking stay out
What does 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 wanna go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I wanna 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 out of hand
You make embarrassing 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 wanna go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I wanna 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
And this is the reason we
Should all be tied up?
We're just normal people exploring our minds
We don't go 'round 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 in cyanide
I wanna go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I wanna to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
I wanna go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I wanna to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me
I wanna go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I wanna to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me