the Hell she Did
By Kirk

They say she was Late
Why I don't know
But they (the eternal they)
Say it was the badgers that did it.
The hell with it.
I'll fight that decision
Across the skys and stars
Even to the doorsteps of the
Heavenly bars
Rife with drunken angels
Tired of happiness
Needing a hangover
And Once I've fought my way there
I'll look you in the eyes and say
The hell you did
You lying cheating skamp
You must have been dying for my boot up your ass
For you to do that
You'll never get to die
Without looking me in the face
I'll never let a subsitute take your place
And You know you'll never stop owing me
Oh, but you'll try to cancel the debt
But you'll only succede in hell
Where you'll be roasting timed boiled and sacked
The hell you will, ho