| There’s a part of me which hopes the Christians got it right:
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| That God is real and Hell exists where sinners burn.
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| 'Cause then I know we’ll meet again, upon a flame-lit, starless night;
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| Chained side by side to stand in line and wait our turn.
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| I’d love to spend eternity in purgatory with you,
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| Each breath of living death evokes a sweet nightmare, it’s true.
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| Forever wracked with torment seems a paltry price to pay,
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| If they’ll let me be your devil for a day.
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| 'Tis often said the good die young — that’s how we lived so young.
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| And none deserve damnation more than we.
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| So I’ll raise a hearty toast when I feel my buttocks roast.
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| Glad just knowing you’re there suffering with me.
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| Your pretty pleas for mercy I’m afraid will be in vain,
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| We compliment each other like the martyr and his pain
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| My soul hangs in the balance — let them have their wicked way,
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| If they’ll let me be your devil for a day.
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| Love is blind, unkind and stupid,
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| Just another stunt for Cupid
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| Vile in the games we play
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| Purple patch — black lies betray |
| Humans are such futile creatures
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| Shallow-minded and capricious
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| Underhanded, cruel, deceitful
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| Hell is merely other people.
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| They’ll torture me without restraint,
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| I’ll take it all — make no complaints,
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| A smile across my broken face will play,
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| If they’ll let me be your devil,
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| In my duties I would revel,
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| If they’ll let me be your devil for a day.
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| Love is blind, unkind and stupid,
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| Just another stunt for Cupid
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| Vile in the games we play
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| Purple patch — black lies betray
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| Humans are such futile creatures
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| Shallow-minded and capricious
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| Underhanded, cruel, deceitful
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| Hell is merely other people. |