My family is a chille heel,so do my friends.
All they offer is a white knuckle ride,
Did I say I need a glass of Adam's ale
Or rather a colourful ceremony to hell,
Ooooh I'm a port in a storm
Poor as a church mouse , lonely as Lucifer herself.
All I see is hell,
Yeah , maybe I'm at a death's door.
I have no hope of a clean slate,
Hence I pray death maybe a damp squib
For with all this activities.....
My life is a thin line,
For even God offers a wet blanket,
Did you say he heals?
Ooooh did you say he cares, protects?
Your God is ad nauseum,
Yeah boring, unpleasant,I don't care.
That's why I hope for hell,
For Satan will offer warm blanket
Did you say there's fire?
With friends, family and God you'll addfuel to the flames