You may find my appearance and demeanor foolish, but it is you who plays the fool
For although I am only a student of the victim, I have many, many styles
Try my choking style! HWAH!

--Shaolin Puff'n'Stuff (I have no idea)

Every time you humoured me,
you patronized my misery,
the yesterday's mean nothing now,
they never mattered anyhow!

Oh well in hell, we like it well,
we think it's nice, we think it's swell!
I've fucked up so many times,
the more I think, the more I sink

Into the drain
of pain and misery
The sickness of feeling
will end someday

Often times I wonder why
there's love and hate, theres live or die
When sickness comes I must decide:
when feelings go, theres suicide

Oh well in hell, we like it well,
we think it's nice, we think it's swell!
We'll drink a cup of kindness yet,
in hell we learn but soon forget

Hell is life You must admit this is true
But don't take it so serious
It ends so soon

IN HELL!
OH WELL!