Hell In A Handbasket

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



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


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


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I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
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Oh, Galileo, mamma mia, Scaramouche, Scaramouche.
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Oh, Beelzebub's got a devil put aside for me.


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I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
                             D
With my flesh they'll make a feast.
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I'm gonna be there in that number.
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That's 666, the number of the beast.


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I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
                           D
Well, at least I'll have a view.
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Oh, I will see the fire, through the rusty razor wire.
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Oh, don't you worry, I saved a seat for You.



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I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
                         D
And I might like it that way.
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No, this ain't no lie, I'd rather be Kentucky Fried
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Than alive and kicking in Jersey any day


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I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
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I'd pray if I had the guile.
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No, this ain't no fib
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I'd rather be a splatter on the Devil's bib
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'Cause on my knees repentent ain't my style.


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I'm going to Hell, in a handbasket.
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Oh please don't pray for me.
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No I don't need to be saved, of the devil I ain't afraid.
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There ain't nothin' he can do that ain't already been done to me.



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I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
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And I'll have good company too.
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'Cause if I was so bad, then there's no need to be sad.
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'Cause everybody else will be there too (including you)!

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