Hell

In the afterlife
 You could be headed for the serious strife
 Now you make the scene all day
 But tomorrow there'll be hell to pay
 In the afterlife
 You could be headed for the serious strife
 Now you make the scene all day
 But tomorrow there'll be hell to pay
 Now people listen attentively
 I mean about future calamity
 I used to think the idea was obsolete
 Until I heard the old man stamping his feet
 This is a place where eternally
 Fire is applied to the body
 Teeth are extruded and bones are ground
 And baked into cakes which are passed around
 In the afterlife
 You could be headed for the serious strife
 Now you make the scene all day
 But tomorrow there'll be hell to pay
 Beauty, talent, fame, money
 Refinement, job skill and brain
 But all the things you try to hide
 Will be revealed on the other side
 In the afterlife
 You could be headed for the serious strife
 Now you make the scene all day
 But tomorrow there'll be hell to pay
 Now the D and A and the M and the N and the A
 And the T and the I-O-N
 Lose your face, lose your name
 Then get fitted for a suit of flames
 Now the D and A and the M and the N and the A
 And the T and the I-O-N
 Lose your face, lose your name
 Then get fitted for a suit of flame