If this Heaven
Then why do I feel
Like the devil is laughing
At my perfect little world
I have everything I want
More money than I can spend
I don't know any sadness
I can order away the rain
I've got plenty of friends
Though none are really close
I don't have to cook
And cleaning is a joke
The spotlight's on me
Just as I've always wished
But deep inside I feel emptiness
My house is very grand
My front lawn is perfect
The chandelier makes a statement
And the swimming pool is heated
I spend more money in a day
Than some make in a month
Nobody can tell me what to do
And that's the way I like it
But still I feel miserable
Consumed by loneliness
They say this is Heaven
That I'm living the good life
But I still feel forlorn
And I weep again for poorness
Because the money means nothing
All it does is buy me lies
And without it, I'm afraid my friends wouldn't care
If I lived or I died
The chandelier's lights are always burnt out
The grass is just painted that sickening hue
I'm running out of things to buy
I get sunburnt laying by the pool
I miss the sound of rain on the windows
And I weep for some wise advice
I do nothing all day
And make millions more
Than those who work day and night
I don't think this is Heaven
It simply can't be
Heaven wouldn't feel like this
Maybe it's Hell
All dressed up
Presented to look nice
But when you try to get a closer look
It's breath is still cold as ice.