Letra de Heaven for the weather

Streets, The

Letra de Heaven for the weather de Streets, The
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Letra de HEAVEN FOR THE WEATHER de STREETS, THE.

( Streets, The )

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 shit
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