Maybe Uriel’s right. Maybe there’s something the matter with me. I just don’t see how a world that my Father created could be so… bad
Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat Wouldn’t you think the Earth is worth saving? Wouldn’t you think that my Dad isn’t so dead beat?
Can you not see how this earth is great? How many humans can one angel date? Look at my choices, you’ll see Yes, Dean’s the one for me
Earth’s got burgers and milkshakes aplenty Heaven’s boring and the host’s song is lame I’ll live through a millenium or twenty But who cares? He thinks I’m not real, But that won’t stand in my way.
I wanna be where the Winchesters are I wanna see, wanna join them huntin’ Drivin’ around in those, whatdya call ‘em? —Yeah, cars
Flappin’ your wings, yes you’ll get quite far But wheels are required for singing, bonding If that’s what driving means, I’d give up travel to Mars
Down where they walk, down where they run Down where they blaspheme and call out the Son Walking with Dean, Wish I could be Part of his World
What would I give If I could live Out of this dimension I’d give without fear to spend a year With Dean in my hand Betcha on land, they understand Bet they have free will and burgers They need saving, Not enslaving Apocalypse be damned
And ready to try what those humans try Listen to Zeppelin and speak their language What’s that phrasing? I don’t get that reference. Here’s my defense, I’ll give up my grace Just to see that smile on Dean Winchester’s face Out of the clouds, Look what I’ve found A part in his world