Hell

In the afterlife

You could be headed for the serious strife

Now you make the scene all day

But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay

People listen attentively

I mean about future calamity

I used to think the idea was obsolete

Until I heard the old man stamping his feet.

This is a place where eternally

Fire is applied to the body

Teeth are extruded and bones are ground

Then baked into cakes which are passed around.

Beauty, talent, fame, money, refinement

Top skill and brain

But all the things you try to hide

Will be revealed on the other side.

Now the D and the A and the M

and the N and the A

And the T and the I-O-N

Lose your face, lose your name

Then get fitted for a suit of flame