Halos on Happy Days [Song]

[Underground_Network]

Through the past twenty-four/seven
I've been thinking about drilling Heaven from below...
Letting all the angels fall
Down to Earth (where we all belong).

Because halos on happy days are like
Sappy melodies that make you smile
Then make you bleed then make you want
What you honestly don't need...

And angels up above, do nothin' for us down below,
So let's bring them back down to Earth
Where 'we the people' wreak havoc
Upon ourselves...

Oh halos on happy days are like
Sappy melodies that make you smile
Then make you bleed then make you want
What you honestly don't need...

And so I say take a chainsaw mentality,
And cut through the clouds and knock out the fallacy
That life is perfect after death,
After death, of sense, we're bereft...

Heaven is an elaborate lie
A plan to sabotage our lives,
To make us want to, want to die,
Because we always grow too tired to try...

And even if there are angels up above our heads...
They ain't doin' nothin' for all of us down below,
So let's bring them back down to Earth
Where 'we the people' wreak havoc
Upon ourselves...

(Oh halos on happy days are like
Sappy melodies that make you smile
Then make you bleed then make you want
What you honestly don't need...)

Because angels are up above our heads
Do nothin' for all of us down below,
So let's bring them back to Earth
Where 'we the people' wreak havoc
Upon ourselves...

(War is a catastrophe,
Tanks and planes add an apostrophe
To the men in the Ivy league,
And what we always fail to see
Is after death we won't be
Better than those who always seem
To enjoy life and do as they please...)