I would rather go and slip in a coma
Than get verbally run over by you
I would rather give away all my money
Than spend it on you honey it's true
When it can't get worse you find a way
You put fire and brimstone all to shame
Hell sounds nice
I think I'd rather drink
Bleach on ice
Than be your anything
You're screaming like a kettle
I'd rather shake hands with the devils
You make
You make
Hell sound nice
I would rather buy a drink for all your exes
Than get gaslit before breakfast by you
I would rather volunteer for target practice
Than get caught up in your crosshairs
At least I'd have a shot there
When it can't get worse you find a way
You put fire and brimstone all to shame
Hell sounds nice
I think I'd rather drink
Bleach on ice
Than be your anything
You're screaming like a kettle
I'd rather shake hands with the devils
You make
You make
Hell sound nice
You like me best in your purgatory
Where I can't stay but I can't leave
See you on the other side
If you get there first tell me what it's like
Hell sounds nice
I think I'd rather drink
Bleach on ice
Than be your anything
You're screaming like a kettle
I'd rather shake hands with the devils
You make
You make
Hell sound nice
