When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying
Down into a sea of pens and feathers and
All other instruments of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before,
And I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She been crying,
I been thinking yeah