Streets - Heaven For The Weather lyrics

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I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell for the company<br />

I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell seems like fun to me<br />

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There's something in the sun this day, I feel it<br />

Or maybe it's just my hay fever<br />

The weeds are green, the sky is shining<br />

But it'll soon be night which is nicer<br />

But then cracks peel back and hell bends the room<br />

And the devil gestures to you<br />

You've never seen such a Beelzebee<br />

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

About whether to flake out or fecking stay out<br />

What do you make of this doubt?<br />

The devil wants to know if you're going down or up<br />

Easy - I know what my speech should be<br />

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I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell for the company<br />

I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell seems like fun to me<br />

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The devil beams a big beaming grin<br />

The sort which leads you up the streets of sin<br />

He holds up paperwork - sign the line<br />

Let's clash with madmen, grime is fine<br />

It sounds all hectic, you're having cold feet<br />

Things are getting out of hand, you make an embarrassing retreat<br />

Let's ride the Valkyrie, commit a bit of sin<br />

Turn rock to rubble, punch me in the chin<br />

I simply, Lucifer, refuse to wind up on fire with low-life liars<br />

Then you're destined for the world without chores and sweating -<br />

The eternal hell of boredom in heaven<br />

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I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell for the company<br />

I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell seems like fun to me<br />

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You tell the devil in no uncertain terms<br />

You'll never be evil, you'll never be turned<br />

What is this evil? And who decides this?<br />

When left to devices some humans try shit<br />

This is the reason we should all be tied up?<br />

We're just normal people exploring our minds<br />

We don't go around here putting poison in wine<br />

But we enjoy what we like which is not always right<br />

People are intricate, people aren't swines<br />

Let's screw the rules up and rely on our minds<br />

Sign on the line<br />

You sign on the line<br />

He clutches the wine and tips it in cyanide<br />

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I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell for the company<br />

I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell seems like fun to me<br />

<br />

I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell for the company<br />

I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell seems like fun to me<br />

<br />

I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell for the company<br />

I want to go to heaven for the weather<br />

But hell seems like fun to me