| You know you lot are all an abomination
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| And in an hour you’re all meeting in Hell?
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| Each of your sins will be counted and numbered
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| At the gates of heaven — Have you thought of all of the lies you can tell
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| To St. Peter when he asks you the question:
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| «Have you been saved? |
| Can you tell me his name?»
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| The wine and liquor in your throats’ll disable
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| Any chance you have to answer with a word that’ll win you the game
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| So buy a ride on the H-train to your destiny
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| Take a ride, an express lane to your doom
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| You know you lot are all lying with Satan
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| And in an hour you’ll be begging him «please
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| Give me a minute of relief from the suffering»
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| But he’ll only turn the fire up, and do it with the greatest of ease
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| And St. Peter will be laughing in heaven
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| A million miles gone from you and your screams
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| And I’ll be sitting at the feet of the father
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| Bring the bomb and my salvation
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| Time for all of this to tear from the seams
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| So buy a ride on the H-train to your destiny
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| Take a ride an express lane to your doom
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| Buy a ride on the H-train I’m in ecstasy
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| Cause when you ride that express lane, yeah you’re screwed
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| So walk along with your tears in your eyes
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| All the birds and the flies have a chance of salvation
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| Walk along with your fears and your cries
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| Realize that we’re all gonna die, it’s just a matter of patience
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| Walk along with your tears in your eyes
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| But realize that it’s not too late to repent and go to heaven
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| Walk along with your eyes to the ground, but I’m around —
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| So have a seat and give me your first and last confession |