People tell me that I’m bad.
People say I’m going to Hell.
I just smile and agree with them,
And say “and you’ll be coming as well.”
Let’s face it guys, which is more fun:
A land of clouds and harps
Or a land of fire with a snazzy king
Who collects your blood in tarps?
Ok, perhaps that was a bad example.
But please look at it this way.
The devil was banished for being vengeful.
A rebellion will come any day.
And when there comes that fateful day
When Hell rises against Heaven,
I don’t want to fight with a harp,
So give me fire and a guy named Kevin (don’t ask me why).
Anyway, I’m going down when I die.
Hope you’ll join me, but if not, good bye!