What On Earth

So we’d sailed across the Styx
Another batch of the dead
What do you know?
Some of them wouldn’t leave the raft
Just stood and laughed
What do you know?
They said, “Where’s the fair and where’s the Ferris Wheels?
This looks nothing like Elysian Fields”
So I told them to get bent
“What on earth
Did you think that heaven meant?”

Now, that didn’t go down well
And an awkward silence fell
A corpse dripping with jewelry
Said she couldn’t endure to be
Among those on the dole
(I said) Nothing’s divided in this place
Along the lines of money, birth or race
No palaces or tents
What on earth
Did you think that heaven meant?

No you can’t see the manager
No you can’t see the manager
No you can’t see the manager

What on earth
Were you praying for
A Bacchanal?
Or an Apple store
What on earth?

Why don;t you hush and rush
Up to the pearly gates
What’s on earth
Doesn’t sit that great
With your maker here

The dead by now had thrown a fit
Snatched my pole and split
What do you know?
Little they knew they’d just set me free
God the Irony
Cause what do you know?
Now they’re the tour guides for our shores
Unawareof what the voyage’s for
I bet they now repent
What on earth
Did you think that heaven meant?