Hell oh,
Is anyone here?
You don't get the picture,
Hell glows bright and clear,
And I'm just a cynic, talking 'bout a white bleached sepulchre,
I'm bringing ants to your picnic, they're feeding on a dead man's bones,
Count down to tribulation, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, hell oh,
Isn't it clear?
Have I failed to tell you?
Heaven is, oh, so near,
There once was a cynic talking 'bout a white bleached sepulchre,
I'm the bee at your picnic who stung you 'til you had to run home,
Count down occupation, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, well.
Oh, oh, oh, hell oh,
Is anyone here?
You don't get the picture,
Hell glows bright and clear,
And I'm just a cynic, talking 'bout a white bleached sepulchre,
Bringing ants to your picnic, they're feeding on a dead man's bones,
Count down to salvation, oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
Hello, (is anyone here?)
Hello, (is anyone here?)
Hello, (is anyone here?)
Hello, (is anyone here?)
Hello, (is anyone here?)
Hello. (is anyone here?)
