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Voltaire

Genres: Rock

Hell In A Handbasket Lyrics - Voltaire

Oh and now, 

The end is near 

And I face that final curtain 

So good-bye to strife 

This is the last dance of my life 

Lord, of this I'm certain 

I've been a sinner, 

I've been a saint, 

Done both good and evil deeds 

Oh, but in the end, 

I was good to my friends 

And that's good enough for me. 

 

Oh good Lord, they say all souls you forgive 

Well if that's true then why 

does there need to be a Hell? 

Hey, what's that sulfur-y smell? 

Now I can feel the fire creepin' up my thigh. 

 

I'm goin' to Hell, 

In a handbasket. 

It's a Bohemian Rhapsody. 

Oh, Galileo, mama mia, Scaramouch, Scaramouch. 

Oh, Beelzebub's got a devil put aside for me. 

 

I'm goin' to Hell, 

In a handbasket. 

With my flesh they'll make a feast 

I'm gonna be there in that number 

That's 666, the number of the beast 

 

I'm goin' to Hell 

In a handbasket. 

Well at least I'll have a view 

Oh I will see the fire, through the rusty razor wire 

Oh don't you worry, I saved a seat for You. 

 

I'm goin' to Hell, 

In a handbasket. 

And I might like it that way 

No this ain't no lie, I'd rather be Kentucky Fried 

Than live and kicking in Jersey any day 

 

I'm goin' to Hell, 

In a handbasket. 

I'd pray if I had the guile 

No this ain't no fib, I'd rather be a splatter on the Devil's bib 

'Cause on my knees repentin' ain't my style. 

 

I'm goin to Hell, 

In a handbasket. 

Oh please don't pray for me 

No I don't need to be saved, of the devil I ain't afraid. 

There ain't nothin' he can do that ain't already been done to me. 

 

I'm goin to Hell, 

In a handbasket. 

And I'll have good company too 

'Cause If I was so bad, then there's no need to be sad 

'Cause everybody else will be there too, including You! 

 

Oh, good Lord, I only ask you forgive 

The self righteous who deceive 

When your words they twist, 

We both know Hell don't exist, 

Except in the minds of the poor fools who believe! 

Are you remember?




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