It's the way each day always drains the best in me,
Knowing this is all my destiny.
It's the way each thing I do turns to a bad bet,
Knowing there's more & this is all I get.
It's the way I live for my coffee & they never can make it right,
The way I hear myself crying at night, that

I believe in hell. There's one scare I'm sure on.
Don't ask how I can tell, I live there, you moron.
So I believe in hell, & all it's fiends.
At least it means,
Just like the Bible tells, God let'ere be,
There'd better be,
A heaven somewhere as well¦

I believe in hell we'll go on living in our private padded cell,
I bet the coffee sucks down there as well.
I believe hell's made of darkness & love's the only key.
Will there be a light that shines for me?
I believe I can't be good enough to ever make it off my knees,
Oh, God forgive me please¦