You say your life's run out, We will fashion you a place that will spoon feed it,
Hell was getting way too close, We needed to find a place to go,
When you're lucky to be alive Hell's not the palce you want
You'd better run away and hide, 'cos this old place is making Hell look friendly.
Now we're the crew on a ship thats sailing,
I'd say you've outrun life It would have a job catching up. We will offer you this place point in going back to then, when all you're doing is getting hurt.
stick around and sing with me.
When you're lucky to be alive Hells not the palce you want
You'd better run away and hide, 'costhis old place is making Hell look friendly.
Now we're the crew on a ship thats sailing,
oh lalalalala oh, oh lalalalala oh oh oh lalalalala oh oh lalalalala oh oh oh lalalalala oh oh lalalalala oh oh oh lalalalala oh oh lalalalala oh oh
When you're lucky to be alive Hell's not the palce you want
You'd better run away and hide, 'cos this old place is making Hell look friendly.
Now we're the crew on a ship thats sailing,
oh lalalalala oh oh, lalalalala oh oh oh lalalalala oh oh, lalalalala oh oh oh lalalalala oh oh, lalalalala oh oh oh lalalalala oh oh, lalalalala oh oh