Hell

Intro: Em

Horn Break: Em  B  Em  B  Em

Em                           
In the afterlife. You could be 
                 B
headed for the serious strife.
Now you make the scene all day, but 
                     Em
tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay.
Em                           
In the afterlife. You could be 
                 B
headed for the serious strife.
Now you make the scene all day, but 
                     Em
tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay.
       Em                        
People listen attentively, I mean 
                     B
about future calamity.
I used to think the idea was 
obsolete, until I heard the old man 
             Em
stamping his feet.

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Saxophone Solo: Em  B  Em  B  Em

          Em                    
This is a place where eternally, 
                           B
fire is applied to the body.
Teeth are extruded and bones are 
ground and baked into cakes which 
             Em
are passed around.
Em                           
In the afterlife. You could be 
                 B
headed for the serious strife.
Now you make the scene all day, but 
                     Em
tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay.

Clarinet Solo: Em  B  Em  B  Em

Em                         
Beauty, talent, fame, money, 
                            B
refinement, job skill and brain.
And all the things you try to hide 
                        Em
will be revealed on the other side.
Em                           
In the afterlife. You could be 
                 B
headed for the serious strife.
Now you make the scene all day, but 
                     Em
tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay.

Saxophone Solo: Em  B  Em  B  Em

        Em                         
Now the D and A and the M and the N
                             B
 and the A and the T and the I-O-N.
Lose your face, lose your name, and 
                 Em
get fitted for a suit of flames.
        Em                         
Now the D and A and the M and the N
                             B
 and the A and the T and the I-O-N.
Lose your face, lose your name, and 
                 Em
get fitted for a suit of flames.