One fine day in heaven God was teaming up He gathered all the angels And said we have to stop Nurturing our brand Our reputation Cause all the money spent Could never wash away the nasty mess That's heaven sent Then one valiant angel Cried for heaven's sake Why did we resort to Seven fucking plagues We could have done much more To true believers So tell me what's in store For all the pious people so devout And so galore Hurricanes and storms and contaminations Rivers flooding the fields, ruining the crops Ulcers covering the flesh of purulent nations Are we ever credited for doing our jobs One fine day in heaven The truth was recognised All the bad misfortune Merely emphasised Nothing could convince The true believers So God forgave their sins And sends a new disaster ever since To his bunny kins Hurricanes and storms and contaminations Rivers flooding the fields, ruining the crops Ulcers covering the flesh of purulent nations Are we ever credited for doing our jobs Hurricanes and storms and contaminations Rivers flooding the fields, ruining the crops Ulcers covering the flesh of purulent nations Are we ever credited for doing our jobs Hurricanes and storms and contaminations Rivers flooding the fields, ruining the crops Ulcers covering the flesh of purulent nations Are we ever credited for doing our jobs Hurricanes and storms and contaminations Rivers flooding the fields, ruining the crops Ulcers covering the flesh of purulent nations Are we ever credited for doing our jobs