see you in hell

a little room on 7th street is getting cold

and secrets sing like mescaline

they don't get old

i saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day

it looked just like the pillow you threw away

you were like a zombie

when you told me what you did that day

and i drove out to the meadowlands

to throw our baby away

what time and snow couldn't bury

years of forgotten guilt

that little body's calling

rising up

from under a jersey landfill

i just woke up the other night

and now i know what to do

i just woke up the other night girl

and now i know what to do

i guess i'll see you in hell

a creature's waitin' for a battle in the ancient swamp

your pissing on the pyramids

ain't gonna move things along

so pack your scars and your makeup

and give your money to the poor

cos you've been riding a twenty gauged ticket

into reality's door

the tv's gone and you've been half an hour paid

and your punkrock band still sucks anyway

i was talking to jesus through a hole in the floor

he said our time is up

we can't stay anymore

no more

a little room on 7th street is getting cold

and secrets sing like mescaline

they don't get old

i saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day

it looked just like the pillow you threw away

i just woke up the other night

and now i know what to do

i just woke up the other night girl

and now i know what to do

i guess i'll see you in hell