Chonny's Inferno

Chonny Jash

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    Here lies chonny!
    You can tell it's him 'cause we put his name on the stone

    Ran his showers red hot!
    Never too good for a potshot
    Take the long way 'round to work when the song got to the good part
    He'd try to stay humble, but inevitably stumble
    When the kind words rolled in and his humility crumbled
    Always dwell on what hurt him, lament and reassess
    Bimonthly sink; depress in senseless, excess mental abscess
    Tried to fight the demons that had caused him such stress
    At about thirty-five, died of, well
    Take a guess

    Took his golden ascension
    His family and friends incensed with fear and tension
    Beyond their comprehension
    Catch ya later! I'm off to see the man upstairs
    Let's hope he ain't been paying too much attention

    There was an angel at the entrance, checking off a guest list
    Chonny wasn't on it and was ushered to the exit
    But let's be frank
    We did expect this

    Excuse me, sir! There must be something I could do ya for
    Perhaps a favour - or a fiver - might open up those pearly doors
    I'm awfully hard-working! There's something I could do, I'm sure
    Pleading with the angels while they pushed him through the door

    I said excuse me, sir! There must be something I could do ya for
    Perhaps a favour - or a fiver! - might open up those pearly doors
    I'm awfully hard-working! There's something I could do, I'm sure
    Pleading with the angels while they pushed him through the door

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    All hope abandon, ye who enter in!
    Oh! Don't mind the sign, my friend, its threat is weak and thin
    We really only have it there to keep those squares upstairs at bay
    We just started a hand of poker, you wanna play?

    Uh-ha! Oh, right
    You thought we'd have some chained up whores, tangled
    Hanged up by extension cords?
    A hellfire spit-roast main course, with a side of fried landlords?
    Well, sorry for the fright, but you can't believe all you read in the paper
    That hit piece you call the bible was written by the world's greatest hater
    (The world is run by evil people)

    And yes, of course, the devil's wrought true wrath upon the wicked scourge
    A murderer or rapist best beware his violent force
    But here, we mostly dwell in what the fools up there expel
    An awfully diverse cast of critters resides down here in hell

    There was a demon cloaked in flames, putting checks on an invite list
    Beside a line of names had lied a guide of signed indictments
    The bright, white islands high would get the boring ones excited
    But trust me, man, you wouldn't like it

    So do excuse me, sir, there must be something we could do ya for
    Perhaps a snack or beverage - on the house - from casa infierno
    There are plenty like-minded folk here! Perhaps they might entice you more
    Winking at the sinner while they walked him through the door

    Excuse me, sir, there must be something we could do ya for
    Perhaps a snack or beverage - on the house! - from casa infierno
    There are plenty like-minded folk here! Perhaps they might entice you more
    Winking at the sinner while they walked him through the door

    You can run from your demons until you are exhausted
    One day, you will have to stop and find out what they wanted
    Keep running from your demons, till you are exhausted
    You can run to those angels until you are exhausted
    One day, you will have to stop and question what they wanted
    Keep running to those angels, till you are exhausted

    So do excuse me, sir, there must be something we could do ya for
    (I don't want to die) (shut up, you're stupid, just kiss me)
    Perhaps a snack or beverage - on the house - from casa infierno
    (At war with every species, from dinosaur to seaweed)
    There are plenty like-minded folk here! Perhaps they might entice you more
    (Please don't let me die) (shut up, you're stupid, just hold my friggin' hand)
    Winking at the sinner while they walked him through the door
    (There will be no romance)

    Excuse me, sir, there must be something we could do ya for
    (I don't want to die) (shut up, you're stupid, just kiss me)
    Perhaps a snack or beverage - on the house! - from casa infierno
    (At war with every species, veni, vidi, vici)
    There are plenty like-minded folk here! Perhaps they might entice you more
    (Please don't let me die) (shut up, you're stupid, just be my friggin' man)
    Winking at the sinner while they walked him through the door

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