Too Much Of Heaven - Eiffel 65

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 kill that 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 kill that makes no sound

You still talk 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

As 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 going 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

As 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 going on into their pocket

Into their bank account

(ach, ach, ach, ach, ach, ach)

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 kill that makes no sound

Too much of Heaven

Can bring you underground

Heaven (yeah), can always turn around

Too much of Heaven (We live in Heaven)

A life and soul hell-bound (woohoohoo)

Heaven, the kill that makes no sound

You still talk 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 going 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

As 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 going on into their pocket

Into their bank account

(ach, ach, ach, ach, ach, ach)

Ah, let me tell you what it’s all about

Too much of Heaven bring you underground