Bedroom in Hell

Hell’s not hot
It’s so cold that it burns
So I’m watching the pot
Until the fire returns
Voices of those familiar
Whisper “I’m sorry my son
If the devil ain’t already killed you
Thy kingdom may never come” yeah
So what do you think
Of my bedroom in Hell?
Always drips in the sink
Never a drop in the well

One by one the guilty trudge
All in single file
One by one they leap from the ledge
One by one they land in the pile
And they wait for the fireworks to start
They wait in the darkness alone
If the devil had half of a heart
Oh, then he might just come back home

So what do you think
Of my bedroom in Hell?
Always drips in the sink
Never a drop in the well

Well I hope you don’t
Think me ungrateful
But I can’t think of what
Could be worse
Than to sit all alone on a bed
Made of stone
Watching the shadows rehearse
See, Hell ain’t no place
Where they melt you down, no
In fact it’s so cold that you learn
Oh, to sit with your sins
‘Til a new day begins
And the devil returns

So what do you think
Of my bedroom in Hell?
Always drips in the sink
Never a drop in the well, yeah
So what do you think
Of my bedroom in Hell?
Always drips in the sink
Oh, never a drop in the well

Never a drop in the well
Oh there’s never a drop in the well
Well there’s never a drop in the well
Never a drop in the well
Never a drop in the well