Too much of heaven can bring you underground
Heaven can always turn around
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound
Heaven, the killer makes no sound

Too much of heaven can bring you underground
Heaven (yeah) can always turn around
Too much of heaven (heaven), a life and soul hell bound
Heaven (yeah), the killer makes no sound

They're still talking about money, that's right
And too much of heaven, come on, my friend

Let me tell you what it's all about
It's called money dependence today
And people just keep on going on
Looking at the dollar bill
And nothing else around them
No love and no friendship, nothing else
Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket
Into their bank account
And that's too much of heaven bringing them underground
Let me tell you what it's all about
It's called money dependence today
And people just keep on going on
Looking at the dollar bill
And nothing else around them
No love and no friendship, nothing else
Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket
Into their bank account
(Much, much, much, much, much, much)

Too much of heaven can bring you underground
Heaven (yeah) can always turn around
Too much of heaven (heaven), a life and soul hell bound
Heaven (yeah), the killer makes no sound

Too much of heaven can bring you underground
Heaven (yeah) can always turn around
Too much of heaven (too much of heaven heaven)
A life and soul hell bound (wooh ooh ooh)
Heaven, the killer makes no sound

They're still talking about money, that's right
And too much of heaven, come on, my friend

Let me tell you what it's all about
It's called money dependence today
And people just keep on going on
Looking at the dollar bill
And nothing else around them
No love and no friendship, nothing else
Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket
Into their bank account
And that's too much of heaven bringing them underground
Let me tell you what it's all about
It's called money dependence today
And people just keep on going on
Looking at the dollar bill
And nothing else around them
No love and no friendship, nothing else
Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket
Into their bank account
(Much, much, much, much, much, much)

Too much of heaven can bring you underground
Heaven (yeah) can always turn around
Too much of heaven (heaven), a life and soul hell bound
Heaven (yeah), the killer makes no sound