Twiztid - When I Get To Hell lyrics

rate me

When I get to hell,

I'm sure that I'll know everybody

From the likes of David Berkowitz to Allister Crowley

Couple bible thumpers here and there praise the lord,

If ya didn't in your soul, then you destined to get yours

When I get to hell,

I'll be sure to head for the throne

And all alone relieve the devil of his dome in his home

When I get to hell

I'm lookin' for Heath Ledger

I'll see if I can get all the shit he left on his dresser

When I get to hell

I'm a start a new resistance

The first act, killin' 50 of the devil's minions

No hell or the total terror

And pure happy people is as the devil was,

Sweeter than me habit

When I get to hell

All the evil will line up,

And celebrate my death by drinkin' cups of my blood

When I get to hell

I'm changin' from skin to skeleton

My arms spread like wings of demons once again

I'm goin' to hell so who'll come with me

The devil stab me with a pitchfork, come get me

I'm goin' to hell so who'll come with me

The devil stab me with a pitchfork, come get me

Hell hell hell hell

Hell hell hell hell

When I get to hell

I'm gonna crucify Hitler

While Napoleon watches from the front row and takes pictures

All the heads rollin' makes the audience pop

Another demon dead I'm a work my way to the top

When I get to hell

I'll be swimmin' in a lake of blue flame

Skinnydippin' in puddles of blood stains

Where everything is everything that many bring

Anything that you need

From coke to murder sprees

Spreadin' like a disease

When I get to hell

I'm fuckin' Marylin Monroe

Doggystylin' her fire pit with a gun to her dome

In a dress like the Seven Year Itch and

Pullin' on the trigger as I bust like fuck that bitch

When I get to hell

I'm discombobulatin' and shake

'Til my bones break and separate like skin from a snake

When I get to hell

I roll like a sick force

And I penetrate your skin like the horns from a pitchfork

When I get to hell

They gonna eat my eyes first

And run my ass over with an all black hearse

Scrape what's left of us up and shovel it in a bucket

And dump it up in the orgies of demons as they would fuck it

Cause the pieces to chunk and sew it all up

Push me in the line waitin' for the elevator up

To vacuum the soul right up out the hole

So you can't haunt nobody

You're not even a ghost

When I get to hell