I'm heading for the darkness
I'm descending into hell
Not a place I really want to be right now
Just a few short days ago they opened up my groins
Just because they wanted to shove some extra plumbing
deep inside
Only took them about nine hours
Anyway while deep inside covered in blood and gore
Somebody made a major mistake and now
I'm suffering like never before
One little mistake is all it took
A tiny slip with a scalpel blade
Been told that I will probably need a stick
For for the remainder of my days
Oh well its lucky I carve my own
Well no more wild camping
Under a tarpaulin in the woods
No more the bird song in the early ****
Because the birds don't sing in hell
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 4:30 AM UTC
I'm heading for the darkness
I'm descending into hell
Not a place I really want to be right now
Just a few short days ago they opened up my groins
Just because they wanted to shove some extra plumbing
deep inside
Only took them about nine hours
Anyway while deep inside covered in blood and gore
Somebody made a major mistake and now
I'm suffering like never before
One little mistake is all it took
A tiny slip with a scalpel blade
Been told that I will probably need a stick
For for the remainder of my days
Oh well its lucky I carve my own
Well no more wild camping
Under a tarpaulin in the woods
No more the bird song in the early ****
Because the birds don't sing in hell
