Lawn Chair

Cool, kicking back in your lawn chair
You summon Gabriel and Michael
"Hey, guys, we should torture the humans
Yes, why don't we do it?
For our entertainment
'Cause heaven is so dull"

Too many grapes
Too many harps
Too many smiles
Not enough weeping
They'll suffer so that we can feel emotional release

Well, I'm gonna stand up and call you out
You're a punk-ass, oh my god, there is no doubt
Unsatisfied with rain, you made tears
And threw out your baby
Expecting we'd praise ye
And worship your name in a song

Now she's choking back the tears (please tell us why)
Now she's gasping back her breath (please tell us why)
'Cause she didn't ever hurt no one