Sweeter, then you leave me
Hanging on a circle
Nine to the center
Of eternity divine
And if you don't believe me
Sorrow has a purpose
Forgiving indiscretions
Left for me, the blind
And when the judgment rendered
Incapacitation
Forever is just nothing
When you're trading it for time
Angel on my shoulder
Devil in my pocket
I'm just doing fine
On the line
Hell is
For the not-like-them
All fired up
And ready for the Promised Land
Hell is
For the other man
All fired up
Doing the best he can
Attendance is required
For those less inspired
Patience is a vice
Counting one through nine
And if it was desire
That brings you into fire
The outer rings are knocking
For the very last time
All the souls are grieving
Murderers are thieving
Suffer at the core
Is a friend of mine
Angel on my shoulder
Devil hot and colder
I'm just doing fine
On the line
Hell is
For the not-like-them
All fired up
And ready for the Promised Land
Hell is
For the other man
All fired up
Doing the best he can
We condemn false accusation
We condemn man's liberation
We condemn no reservation
We condemn abomination
We condemn all accusation
We condemn man's innovation
We condemn no reservation
We condemn abomination
Bitter as you grieve me
Never did believe me
Judgment at the center
Of eternity divine
Contentment is illusive
Religiously intrusive
Tell me where to go
Tell me where to sign
And when the child's finished
And the man diminished
Remember that he is
Still a friend of mine
Angel in my pocket
Devil on a rocket
I'm just doing fine
Hell is (Hell is)
For the not-like-them
Hell is (Hell is)
For the other man
Hell is (Hell is)
For the not-like-them
Hell is (Hell is)
Doing the best he can
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