My Heaven I Hate Mother Mother

I miss going to the masquerades
Blowin my owes, and watchin them fade
I miss everything, oh everything that’s swell
I’m dead in my heaven and my heaven is hell

I miss screaming at the parliament walls
Throwin my stones, and watching them fall
I miss everything and everything that’s true
I’m dead in my heaven and my heaven is so blue

Oh no
Uh uh uh uh uh, oh no

I miss readin by the fireplace
I miss the smell, oh I miss the taste
Of hot bread that I spare with some butter
I’m dead in my heaven and this heaven makes me shudder

My halo’s made of led it seems
The angels stick to groups and cliques
And god just wants to sleep with me
This ain’t the heaven I’d foreseen
Oh Mother Mary rescue me
Or tell your son to let me be
I’m not the type to be cast in such wise light