Lyrics
It's Sunday in Heaven
The poppies won't bloom
They are laying down for a nap on the couch in God's living room
It's Sunday in Heaven and nobody is saved
'Cause Jesus is in the park playing kickball for the rest of the day
Their phones are off and they don't wanna talk
It's been a long week and their patience is shot
It's Sunday way up in Heaven
It's Sunday in Heaven
Picking prickly pears
I'm rolling around in the dirt getting bubblegum stuck in my hair
It's Sunday in Heaven
It's been a long year
I'm killing time turning water to wine
I'm waiting for you right here
Oh, nobody smokes and they don't get my jokes
I'm wonderin' if they sent you down below
I'll spend forever way up in Heaven
Way up in heaven
