There's a story people tell
of a special place in hell ...
A place so horrific, it's ....
just terrific for spammers Where they can toil among their own
Reap what they have sown.
With slimeballs, slackers, scoundrels, hackers, and scammers. Where they're forced to work
at the speed of berserk
While hearing the devils taunts. To their colleagues in hell,
they're sentenced to sell
Crap ... that nobody wants. Chorus To hell with spammers
And to all of their buddies as well
Let's tell the spammers
No more talking - now It's time to yell We should put up a clamor
throw 'em all in the slammer.
And after that ...
they can all go to hell Verse 2
They'll steal your Pa**words in a flash
Your contacts and your cash
Their selfish cheating has us all
deleting and deleting ... And deleting And then some ba*tard sends
A virus to all your friends
It's a sad fact of living
The gift that keeps giving And giving. Aww, It all makes me curse,
but what's really the worst,
gets me snippy, snarky and snorting. First my focus is blown
By the sound of the phone
Then I'm spammed by a damned recording. Chorus
I say to hell with spammers
Don't let 'em poison the well
We gotta quell them spammers
We gotta ring their closing bell We should put up a clamor
throw 'em all in the slammer.
And after that...
they can all rot in hell