In Hell

"You may find my appearance and demeanor foolish

But it is you that plays the fool

For although I am only a student of the victim

I have many, many styles

Try my choking style! Hwah!"

Every time you humored me

You patronized my misery

The yesterdays mean nothing now

They never mattered anyhow

Oh, well, in hell, we like it well

We think it's nice; we think it's swell

I've fucked up so many times

The more I think, the more I sink...

...Into the drain

Of pain and misery

The sickness of feeling

Will end someday

Oftentimes, I wonder why

There's love and hate, there's "live or die"

When sickness comes, I must decide:

When feelings go, there's suicide

Oh, well, in hell, we like it well

We think it's nice; we think it's swell

We'll drink a cup of kindness yet

In hell, we learn but soon forget...

Hell is life:

You must admit this is true

But don't take it so serious

It ends so soon

In hell

Oh, well