Sam Hell Lyrics - Betty - Helmet

Sam invents the you you want to see 

Don't believe in predestiny 

Bacon you never need to bring home 

Sam hell gets you redeemed 

By grace alone 

Sam's the mayor of first avenue 

Nothing goes on the he doesn't want to 

A wife that wears his 'in' stocking hat 

She's known for making good 

Gravy and cat 

Heart attack 

Time to eat and pay 

Cellulite won't wash away 

You never knew if you'd been dead or 

Just old 

Sam hell never gets that cold