歌词
Ain't it hella strange how some of us
Can get away with murder
While the rest are knee-deep down in the mud
No joke
No Lie
Still we give it another tryin'
There's a special place in hell
For pricks like you my friend
There's no Beer or food or anything cool
And no one is feeling well
I guess that's why they call it hell
How's it gonna be when the whole thing ends
There's no second chances
I hope you get fucked in the afterlife
No joke
(No joke)
No Lie
(No Lie)
Still we give it another tryin'
There's a special place in hell
For pricks like you my friend
You're about to run out of luck
Everyone pays in the end
There's no Beer or food or anything cool
And no one is feeling well
I guess that's why they call it hell
There's a special place in hell
For pricks like you my friend
You're about to run out of luck
Everyone pays in the end
There's a special place in hell
For pricks like you my friend
There's no Beer or food or anything cool
And no one is feeling well
There's no Beer or food or anything cool
And no one is feeling well
I guess that's why they call it hell
I guess that's why they call it hell
I guess that's why they call it
Hell
He-he-he-he