Hell

Hell
Jack Green

Come alive for all around is dead
 A cold sleep, A moribund bed
Feeding like a bloody dead machine
Rigor gripping in a rictus gleam

Now there's no room in Hell
I sure do wish you well
No more Hallelujah to sell
Cuz there's no room in Hell

Learn to love the maggot on your face
They just eat dead tissue away
All that's left is pink and new
Metamorphose into something true

Now there's no room in Hell
I sure do wish you well
Ferryman has his boat for sale
Cuz there's no room in Hell

Can you feel my hunger deep inside
From cold sleep, a crusted eye
After all it was you that tore my flesh
Just to make a botfly's nest

Now there's no room in Hell
Goodbye, I wish you well, even still.