Look up; I am up here, employed by God
There are deadlines you’ve got to meet
Heaven is a depressing place
Of dead people who are terribly neat
The place is filled with these angelic souls
Who even put me to shame
Despite being an angel highly appraised
My soul has dried up playing this game
I look down upon my golden lyre
To whom I my secrets confide
For I cannot complain directly to God
Will I ever get a chance to explore my dark side?
But by God, I am a dreamer and that day is not far
When I will pull up my spotless socks
Exchange my lyre for an electric guitar
And make this place called heaven rock
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