Met St. Peter at the pearly gates He baked me my very first Death Day cake Asked him directions to my Mom's address Its three clouds over then you hang a left
My mom was happy but I made her sad Now there's no one else to care for Dad You and Dad bought a Quija board Tried to reach me got Uncle George
My second day there took a walk with the Lord He showed me my very own tennis court Jesus and the Ghost played a doubles match Me and God really kicked their ass
Unless you've been with that bitch Deena Don't think that I haven't seen her I see everything from up in the clouds Jim, you really let me down