In Heaven

[Verse 1]
No more quick steps in the same direction
Between the cubicles in your office built in the late seventies
It stands like a museum for asbestos and its effects on the human body

[Verse 2]
Every day feels like someone's birth-day
My hand aches my carpal tunnel syndrome flares from signing all the birthday cards
That say something about how old they've got
They laugh and smile then look away

[Chorus]
In Heaven all my jokes will kill
My body becomes pure light
My shit neighbor isn't thеre
And I'm alone for the first timе
No more half laughs and heavy sighs when I tell a joke that should be a riot