Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is Not Hell, artist - jimmie's chicken shack. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Song language: English
This Is Not Hell |
| If this is hell, well that’s fine with me All of the wonder presumably happily |
| Eager to follow the fool that’s got into |
| The head of me, we don’t have any doubt |
| We’re out there making friends |
| Unconsiously rolling through |
| Meanings from pollings |
| The answers are meaner sometimes |
| Than the means to our ends |
| So this is hell |
| What else could it be Bask in glories of glorified stories |
| Of a basket case who has just |
| Broken himself from the weave |
| We are not making sence |
| Who really cares just how we feel |
| Infantile ramblings of penniless gamblings |
| A fist full of hands swinging clubs |
| At our new baby zeal |
| Yeah right |
| You think this is hell |
| Would you care to bet |
| Capture the beauty of domestic duty |
| The hampers are full and our |
| Laundry’s perpetually wet |
| Think about traveling south |
| Find the right something |
| You might have left |
| Endless the road |
| Wish your past to explode |
| Actions remain base |
| But intentions in treble clef |
| Yeah right |
| This is not hell |
| This is purgatory |
| Caught here in limbo |
| I.Q. |
| of a dim bulb |
| How many gods does it take |
| To screw in the likes of me You’d think one day that I might learn |
| Stare in the light you cannot see |
| I’ve opened my doors of perception |
| And can’t get them shut |
| Now I feel fucked for free |
| Everyday, yeah I feel fucked for free |
| Everyday, yeah I feel fucked for free |
| Everyday, yeah we’re all fucked |
| I left my brain inside of my other head |
| You don’t impress me, don’t depress me Don’t supress me, just get undressed |
| I left my brain inside of my other head |
| The teachers test me, my father blessed me The pigs arrest me, I get upset |
| I left my brain inside of my other head |
| You don’t impress me, don’t depress me Don’t supress me, just undress me The teachers test me, my father blessed me The pigs arrest me, I get upset |
| Boo hoo |