Get on up

Get back down

See the light

Like a sign on the highway

Tellin' you

Congestion ahead

No room

For anybody don't see my way

No room

When you're dead

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The road to Hell is bumper to bumper

Beat 'em down with their long correction rods

Rock stars when they burn wish they'd made a

U-turn straight to God

Come on taste the blasphemy with me

Eat of my flesh

Drink of my blood

Eat eat eat

Eat me

God's in a limo

He come to repo

He got the vino

I tell ya we know

He's the man

Ain't no scam

Tell me Sam

Say goddamn

God told me in the bar

He don't approve of the foreign cars

He's gonna tell ya where it's at

When he slaps ya on the back

That's a crack

Then he say

Get on up

Get back down

Traffic jam backed up all the way

Everybody busts out in a rock opera song

Hell's full of this kind of thing every day

I been there for so long

Chorus