Hell
Squirrel Nut Zippers, 1996
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chorus
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 it was obsolete, 'til I heard the old man stamping his feet
This is a place where eternally, Fire is applied to the body
Teeth are pulled and bones are ground, Then baked into cakes and passed
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