I want to go to heaven for the weather

But hell for the company


I want 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

The weeds are green, the sky is shining


But it'll soon be night which is nicer


But then cracks peel back and hell bends the room

And the devil gestures to you


You've never seen such a Beelzebee


And he's telling you to make up your bean about what's left of your evening

About whether to flake out or fecking stay out


What do 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 want to go to heaven for the weather

But hell for the company


I want 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 getting out of hand, you make an embarrasing 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 want to go to heaven for the weather


But hell for the company

I want 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 %#@!

This is the reason we should all be tied up?


We're just normal people exploring our minds

We don't go around 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 it in cyonide




I want to go to heaven for the weather

But hell for the company

I want to go to heaven for the weather

But hell seems like fun to me




I want to go to heaven for the weather

But hell for the company


I want to go to heaven for the weather

But hell seems like fun to me



I want to go to heaven for the weather


But hell for the company

I want to go to heaven for the weather

But hell seems like fun to me