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 pa*sed 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