house but Sid and Nancy rule
I died eight years ago; I'm still
a legend at my high school
I wrapped it round a tree
But that's OK 'cause no one's
gonna make the next century
they say I'm here to stay
Where the clouds are really puffy
and the angels sing every day
cafeteria's got everything,
Cause it looks just like a big Hawaiian
It's like the worst Elvis film I've
Technicolor luau all on tech
There's camping trips and donkey
rides and singing round the fire
And they signed me up for surfing
But they can't get me in the choir
But there she was this morning
getting fitted for her wings
Leather boots, magenta hair,
I'd say she was an angel but
it's stupid and it's obvious
I said you'll hate it here 'cause
we're the only ones like us
It's crypto-fascist mania, mania,
Yeah, she said, you're right,
we're so nasty, mean and vile
God looks like a guidance counselor,
God says, how could this be,
I guess I'll have to check my records, silly me,
The waves are perfect and
the sun will always shine
But there's got to be more to death
than surfing all the time
I know the signs of self-destruction
so so I try to stop each new kid
Don't be like me, forever young,
but I'll bet you'll find it there
"Gee, you make a heavenly pair."
