Voltaire — Hell In A Handbasket

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