Let me have on some heaven's cloud just one petty gas station; in the void sticking my neck out for my wrongful star's privation, scrap the hearts and cast'em out in the body's condemnation
Bring me lots of glasses and break them all in bits cut the final kiss I want to hit it up
The lot of your favours to me delayed a lot and the fool I've shot in heaven without sup
And I may even forget returning to this world's itches, I am a dead weight inert for the time of the gypsies
Flames and hearts scrap cast'em out; God's on top an unfair creation; let me be on some heaven's cloud in an olden gas station
If I could on some heaven's cloud x2 just my soul have stoopin' up and with lightnings to work around all the aches I was scoopin' up maybe then I could turn around my distress and whoop it up