Lyrics
Turbament and torture is a story he likes to tell
There are so many misconceptions of hell
There are so many misconceptions of hell
Like too many tortures and piece of rolling fire
Rolling and hanging around, ringing hell’s bells
There are so many misconceptions of hell
We got time-shared-ladies and four-bedroom-houses
And it’s only hot when the girls come around
Come on, take a trip on the river Styx
For who I was called and who I have served
If you’re in the deadly sins, oh, there’re seven of 'em
Trust me, I know all too well