Little boy at peace
What is this place?,
beyond the stars
Open up your eyes
What are these things
your moving toward? (or t'ward)
Head so full of wonder,
worries in the past
Could it be that you are free at last?
NO!
Little boy, you're going to hell!
You said bad words, threw rocks at the birds
And now, this is your hotel!
You ain't going back, this ain't disneyland, it's HELL!
Little boy, it's time for you to pay!
For hurting that bird, and not going to church
And starin' at boobs all day
Thought you were in bed, instead
You're going to HELL!
Oooh Hell isn't good, Hell isn't good, HELL!
Oh, Hell isn't good, Hell isn't good, HELL!
Adolf Hitler: Something in german
George Burns: Hey fuckface, have you seen Gracie?
Mahatma Ghandi: There is orderliness in the universe
Hell isn't good, Hell isn't good, HELL!