Why Aren't I Going To Hell?
Who's that looking in my bedroom window
In the middle of the afternoon?
A neighbor with a grudge or a stranger
Aggravated by the traffic signs which led to the drive
A cold wind flicks at my foul expectations
As it makes its journey over the sheets
Astonished by the air and embarrassed by the silence
I am drawn to make a symbol of peace
But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far flung east
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far flung east
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
Made a pact on my back and it suits me well
I find myself umping through my bedroom window
With the vacuum cleaner under my arm
Extension cord wrapped around the base of my penis
In defiance of societal norms
Searching for a clue in the mess of
Dataless poison for particular tastes
Embarrassed by the sight of a grown man dancing
I retreat behind my regular name
But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far flung east
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far flung east
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
Made a pact on my back and it suits me well
Such a long way down...
Such a long way down...
Such a long way down...
I see you grinning in the darkness
Every time they take a piece of my heart
Of my heart
I see you grinning in the darkness
Every time they take a piece of my heart
Of my heart