Heaven For The Weather Lyrics - Everything Is Borrowed - Streets

I wanna go to heaven for the weather 

But hell for the company 

I wanna 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 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 wanna go to heaven for the weather 

But hell for the company 

I wanna 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 out of hand, you make an embarrassing 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 wanna go to heaven for the weather 

But hell for the company 

I wanna 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 cyanide 

I wanna go to heaven for the weather 

But hell for the company 

I wanna go to heaven for the weather 

But hell seems like fun to me 

I wanna go to heaven for the weather 

But hell for the company 

I wanna go to heaven for the weather 

But hell seems like fun to me 

I wanna go to heaven for the weather 

But hell for the company 

I wanna go to heaven for the weather 

But hell seems like fun to me