Aurelio Voltaire - Hell In A Handbasket [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Oh and Now
The end is near
And I face that final curtain
So good-bye to strife
This is the last dance of my life
Lord of this I'm certain

I've been a sinner
I've been a saint
Done both good and evil deeds
Oh, but in the end, I was good to my friends
And that's good enough for me

Oh good Lord, they say all souls you forgive
Well if that's true then why
Does there need to be a hell?
Hey, what's that sulfury smell?
Now I can feel, the fire, creepin up my thigh

I'm going to Hell (He's going to Hell!)
In a handbasket (In a hand basket!)
It's a Bohemian Rhapsody
Oh, Galileo, mamma mia, Scaramouche, Scaramouche
Oh, Beelzebub's got a devil put aside for me

I'm going to Hell (He's going to Hell!)
In a handbasket (In a hand basket!)
With my flesh they'll make a feast
I'm gonna be there in that number
That's 666 the number of the beast

I'm going to Hell (He's going to Hell!)
In a handbasket (In a hand basket!)
Well at least I'll have a view
Oh I will see the fire, through the rusty razor wire
Oh don't you worry, I saved a seat for You

I'm going to Hell (He's going to Hell!)
In a handbasket (In a hand basket!)
And I might like it that way
No this ain't no lie, I'd rather be Kentucky Fried
Than live and kicking in Jersey any day

I'm going to Hell (He's going to Hell!)
In a handbasket (In a hand basket!)
I'd pray if I had the guile
No this ain't no fib, I'd rather be a splatter on the Devil's bib
Cause on my knees repentent ain't my style

I'm going to Hell (He's going to Hell!)
In a handbasket (In a hand basket!)
Oh please don't pray for me
No I don't need to be saved, of the devil I ain't afraid
There ain't nothin he can do that ain't already been done to me

I'm going to Hell (He's going to Hell!)
In a handbasket (In a hand basket!)
And I'll have good company too
Cause If I was so bad, than there's no need to be sad
Cause everybody else will be there too (Including You)

Oh, oh good Lord, I only ask you forgive
The self righteous who decieve
When your words they twist
We both know Hell don't exist
Except in the minds of the poor fools who believe