I asked the habitual partygoer 
Just how high she thought she'd get, 
And I asked the ethereal girls 
If they were floating yet 

And so I asked the light of the day, 
What's [bad word] for heaven, 
And I saw a bird fly away, 
And I could not ask again. 

The tabloid-tainted actress knows 
The myth of higher ground. 
The thing she got from playing a nun 
She got from sleeping around. 

And so I asked the light of the day, 
What's [bad word] for heaven, 
And I saw a bird fly away, 
And I could not ask again.

He fell in the mud and
He became enlightened
I wonder who's laughin' now

And I've [bad word] uphill, 
Panting, punching at the air, 
Fighting what's been pushing me down, 
Like I can see it there. 

And so I asked the light of the day, 
what's [bad word] for heaven, 
And I saw a bird fly away, 
and I could not ask again. 

And I saw all this climbing, climbing, 
just as far from heaven, 
And I saw a bird fly away, 
and I started climbing again.

Who's laughing now
He fell in the mud and 
He became enlightened,
I wonder...who's laughing now