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The Laughing Tree

Darren Hayman
Language: English




Nobody went to heaven, or hell. They just died.

Who's going to think of me, underneath the laughing tree?
With the roots round my feet and the dirt in my mouth,
There’s nothing here to laugh about.

What kind of god loves me, underneath the laughing tree?
What kind of god lets a small chapel rot?
Let's the rafters float out to sea?

Everything dies; everything sinks in the mud,
We prayed hard, there's no answer from God,
All that waste, all the hate, all the blood, all the faith,
And I just lie under the laughing tree.

And if I’d thought a little more, if I stopped and listened at the door,
If I opened up my heart and my tired, lazy eyes,
I might have wings, I might fly.

I want heaven, I want heaven now.
I want heaven, I want heaven now.
All that waste, all the hate, all the blood, all the faith,
I want heaven now.‎


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