Hell Sounds Nice

Lyrics

I would rather go and slip in a coma Than get verbally run over by you I would rather give away all my money Than spend it on you, honey, it's true When it can't get worse, you find a way You put fire and brimstone all to shame Hell sounds nice I think I'd rather drink Bleach on ice Than be your anything You're screaming like a kettle I'd rather shake hands with the devils You make You make Hell sounds nice I would rather buy a drink for all your exes Than get gaslit before breakfast by you I would rather volunteer for target practice Than get caught up in your crosshairs At least I'd have a shot there When it can't get worse you find a way You put fire and brimstone all to shame Hell sounds nice I think I'd rather drink Bleach on ice Than be your anything You're screaming like a kettle I'd rather shake hands with the devils You make You make Hell sounds nice You like me best in your purgatory Where I can't stay, but I can't leave See you on the other side If you get there first tell me what it's like Hell sounds nice I think I'd rather drink Bleach on ice Than be your anything You're screaming like a kettle I'd rather shake hands with the devils You make You make Hell sounds nice