I hear it’s more fun there anyway, sweetie.

I’m not feeling alright today I’m not feeling that great I’m not catching on fire today Love has started to fade I’m not going to smile today

I’m not gonna laugh You’re out living it up today I’ve got dues to pay

And the gravedigger puts on the forceps The stonemason does all the work The barber can give you a haircut The carpenter can take you out to lunch Now but I just want to play on my panpipes I just want to drink me some wine As soon as you’re born you start dyin’ So you might as well have a good time

Oh, no, Sheep go to heaven Goats go to hell

I don’t wanna go to Sunset Strip I don’t wanna feel the emptiness Old marquees with stupid band names I don’t wanna go to Sunset Strip

This really makes you look childish

Demonstrate that hell exists.