BETTER THAN HEAVEN

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What's with all this doom and gloom?

 

You used to be such, such a laugh

It's only sin, original sin

Corinthians (15:22)

 

Never been a big fan of things

But I'm growing so fond of you

You

 

You get sadder the smarter you get

And it's a bore

 

You get sadder the smarter you get

And it's a bore

 

Truth is truth

I ain't no bohemian

 

Much too, much too safe

Much too, much too typical

Much too, much too typical

Much too, much too

 

You can use your hands

For something else

I’ll take you further

Than the scholars can

Put down your books

And molest me

Heaven is here

Where it needs to be

 

You get sadder the smarter you get

And it's a bore

 

You get sadder the smarter you get

And it's a bore

 

And there was a time

Before we were born

When we stood in the garden

If this world does not turn you on

Well, I've got enough

For the both of us

The both of us

The both of us

 

And there was a time

Before we were born

When we stood in the garden

If this world does not turn you on

Well, I've got enough

For the both of us

The both of us