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 EMOTIONAL TRUTH,
and from the vibe at most of our rehearsals,
we're gonna be as uneasy as a Grandma at a Bieber concert.