Hell In A Hand Basket - Aurelio Voltaire

Oh and Now

The end is near

And I face that final curtain

So good-bye to strife

This is the last dance of my life

Lord of this I’m certain

I’ve been a sinner

I’ve been a saint

Done both good and evil deeds

Oh, but in the end, I was good to my friends

And that’s good enough for me

Oh good Lord, they say all souls you forgive

Well if that’s true then why

Does there need to be a hell?

Hey, what’s that sulfury smell?

Now I can feel, the fire, creepin up my thigh

I’m going to Hell in a handbasket

It’s a Bohemian Rhapsody

Oh, Galileo, mamma mia, Scaramouche, Scaramouche

Oh, Beelzebub’s got a devil put aside for me

I’m going to Hell in a handbasket

With my flesh they’ll make a feast

I’m gonna be there in that number

That’s 666, the number of the beast

I’m going to Hell in a handbasket

Well, at least I’ll have a view

Oh, I will see the fire, through the rusty razor wire

Oh, don’t you worry, I saved a seat for You

I’m going to Hell in a handbasket

And I might like it that way

No, this ain’t no lie, I’d rather be Kentucky Fried

Than alive and kicking in Jersey any day

I’m going to Hell in a handbasket

I’d pray if I had the guile

No, this ain’t no fib

I’d rather be a splatter on the Devil’s bib

'Cause on my knees repentent ain’t my style

I’m goin to Hell, in a handbasket

Oh please don’t pray for me

No I don’t need to be saved, of the devil I ain’t afraid

There ain’t nothin' he can do that ain’t already been done to me

I’m going to Hell in a handbasket

And I’ll have good company too

'Cause if I was so bad, then there’s no need to be sad

'Cause everybody else will be there too (including you)!

Oh, good Lord, I only ask you forgive

The self-righteous who deceive

When your words they twist

We both know Hell don’t exist

Except in the minds of the poor fools who believe