Hell

                                  In the afterlife 

You could be headed for the serious strife 

Now you make the scene all day 

But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay 



People listen attentively 

I mean about future calamity 

I used to think the idea was obsolete 

Until I heard the old man stamping his feet. 



This is a place where eternally 

Fire is applied to the body 

Teeth are extruded and bones are ground 

Then baked into cakes which are passed around. 



Beauty, talent, fame, money, refinement 

Top skill and brain 

But all the things you try to hide 

Will be revealed on the other side. 



Now the D and the A and the M 

And the N and the A 

And the T and the I-O-N 

Lose your face, lose your name 

Then get fitted for a suit of flame