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In Heaven, there's a place where God keeps a file on everyone
Recalling all the bad things that we've done
And on the day of reckoning that you always talk about
God's danger and cheap clocks will call you out
For every hospital you've torched
Every missile that you've launched
All the genocidal thoughts inside your head
The angels have an open plan department just for you
Documentin' everything you do
And on the day of reckoning, when there are dents in your wall
The pay, the trail will lead right to your car
There'll be maps and towns destroyed
A list of art from girls and boys
Wait for pictures of the noise, children screaming
Suck it up, death
Your life is a tale told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury, and signifying nothing
There'll be spreadsheets of your crimes
Dating back to the first time
Death and murder crossed your mind and made you smile
There'll be a record of the cost
Every profit, every loss
Every toddler, every wasp is in your file
In Heaven, there's a place where God keeps a file on everyone
Recalling all the bad things that we've done