The morning that I get to hell,
The devil will take me up in his ferris wheel
Show me all the scenes below,
Tapping a tick tack tack on his black high heel
Wich all his pretty ones dancing in the fire,
They're singing lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie
The morning that I get to hell,
They'll play me my life on a TV so I see it all
Everything I'd never tell,
Till I'm begging the anchorman for my one phone call
And I'd call my pretty one, the one I told the lie,
Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie
Oh and what will it sound like?
Mmm and what will I wear?
Oh, tell me what will it sound like
The morning I get there?
Feeling like a one-man band,
Where's all my fire, my famous missionary zeal?
Been beating on my pots and Pans,
Tapping a sad tick tack on my black high heel
And when all my pretty years have passed me by,
I'll be singing lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie
The morning that I get to hell,
Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie
The morning that I get to hell,
Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie
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