The morning that I get to hell The devil will take me up in his ferris wheel Show me all the scenes below tapping a tick tack tack on his black high heel With all his pretty ones
Dancing in the fire They're singing Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie
The morning that I get to hell They'll play me my life on a tv so I see it all Everything I'd never tell, till I'm begging the anchorman for my one phone call And I'd call my pretty one The one I told the lie Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie
Oh and what will it sound like? Mmm and what will I wear? Oh, tell me what will it sound like The morning I get there?
Feeling like an one man band Where's all my fire, my famous missionary zeal? Been beating on my pots and pans Tapping a sad tick tack on my black high heel And when all my pretty years Have passed me by, I'll be singing Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie