Hell

In the afterlife You could be headed for the serious strife Now you make the scene all day But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay People listen attentively I mean about future calamity I used to think the idea was obsolete Until I heard the old man stamping his feet. This is a place where eternally Fire is applied to the body Teeth are extruded and bones are ground Then baked into cakes which are passed around. Beauty, talent, fame, money, refinement Top skill and brain But all the things you try to hide Will be revealed on the other side. Now the D and the A and the M And the N and the A And the T and the I-O-N Lose your face, lose your name Then get fitted for a suit of flame --- Hell - Squirrel Nut Zippers