I think heaven's gonna be a surprise
for a lot of us.
Stop making everything so beautiful
and sensual!
Stop feeding me pomegranets and
chocolate and wine!
I just want a self-assemble,
box-shaped, mass-produced mansion,
and for you to hand me all the bits,
with inscrutable pictogram instructions and no allen-key,
just to teach me a lesson.
And we'll gather in grey rooms,
moaning at the walls,
sharing in the victorious reign of
Christ.
Don't you think heaven's gonna surprise
us?
It'll be party town!
There'll be MUSIC
and LAUGHTER
and JOY
and EMOTIONAL TRUTH,
and from the vibe at most of our
rehearsals,
we're gonna be as uneasy as a Grandma
at a Bieber concert.
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