Aurelio Voltaire - Hell In A Handbasket lyrics

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Aurelio Voltaire - Hell In A Handbasket lyrics

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 (He's going to Hell!) In a handbasket (In a hand basket!) 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 (He's going to Hell!) In a handbasket (In a hand basket!) 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 (He's going to Hell!) In a handbasket (In a hand basket!) 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 (He's going to Hell!) In a handbasket (In a hand basket!) And I might like it that way No this ain't no lie, I'd rather be Kentucky Fried Than live and kicking in Jersey any day I'm going to Hell (He's going to Hell!) In a handbasket (In a hand basket!) 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 going to Hell (He's going to Hell!) In a handbasket (In a hand basket!) 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 (He's going to Hell!) In a handbasket (In a hand basket!) And I'll have good company too Cause If I was so bad, than there's no need to be sad Cause everybody else will be there too (Including You) Oh, oh good Lord, I only ask you forgive The self righteous who decieve When your words they twist We both know Hell don't exist Except in the minds of the poor fools who believe