Mike Skinner alias The Streets se stal objevem roku 2002 nejen v domovské Velké Británii díky svému fantastickému debutu Original Pirate Material. Jeho nové album "A Grand Don´t Come For Free" (2004) je dlouho očekávanou bombou pro všechny...
Píseň: Heaven for the Weather
- Interpret:
- The Streets
- Album:
- Everything Is Borrowed
I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to 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've never seen such a Beelzebub 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 want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to 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 getting 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 want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to 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 want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell seems like fun to me I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell seems like fun to me I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell seems like fun to me