Postcards From Inferno
You treated us badly, yeah, you treated us wrong
So we ran away home and we wrote up this song
And it disturbs us when you don’t sing along
You never listened, no, you never cared
You said we were stupid, you said we were weird
Well, here’s something new, this time you’ll be scared
We’ll see you in hell
Fun time is over
No more ice cream
No more four leaf clovers
It’s not a party
It’s just very hot
and loud cos people
are crying a lot in hell
A rock and roll show at the end of the day
Seemed like a chance to throw your worries away
Then we came on and screamed about guns
Life isn’t fair and the last thing you need
Is a couple of more guys telling you how to be
But its no fun for us if you stay on your knees
We’ll see you in hell
Fun time is over
No more ice cream
No more four leaf clovers
It’s not a party
It’s just very hot
and loud cos people
are crying a lot in hell