Little boy

South Park

Composición de: D.V.D.A
Michael McDonald:  Little boy at peace, 
What is this place 
Beyond the stars? 
Open up your eyes, 
What are these things 
You're moving towards? 
Head so full of wonder, 
Worries in the past. 
Could it be... 
You are free at last? 
  
D.V.D.A.: NOOO!!! 
  
Little boy you're goin' to Hell! 
You said bad words, 
Threw rocks at that bird 
And now this is your hotel. 
You ain't goin' back, 
This ain't Disneyland, 
It's Hell! 
  
Little boy, it's time for you to pay 
For hurting that bird 
And not goin' to church 
And staring at boobs all day. 
Thought you were in bed, 
Instead you're 
In Hell! 
  
Hell isn't good! Hell isn't good! 
It's Hell! 
Hell isn't good! Hell isn't good! 
It's Hell! 
  
Hitler: 
George Burns: 
Gandhi: 
  ??? 
Hey fuckface, have you seen Gracie? 
There is orderliness in the universe. 
  
D.V.D.A.: Hell isn't good! Hell isn't good! 
It's hell!!!
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