Hellsville

Fixing on a lonely star on 4 Avengers morning, on the blood

stained steps of Hope, forgotten, carrying our cross like

guilty children waiting 'til our father's home. Hel'' crack

our backs, he'll break our bones. His iron rod will comb

the hair that stiffens on our spines. We walk defeated

in a line. Our one release is in the fiery furnace . . . Take

us swiftly, take us now to Hellsville (Bells peal! Roll

the barrel . . . Down the pills.) But still we'll never die

because we cannot pay enough. Our sweet Lord may be

merciful, but he likes to play things tough. And HELL

is where the action is. They came from lonely stars in

search of wholesome entertainment. We're the stars. We're

the stars that line the stage--the attraction of the

ages. Buy a ticket, feel our pain. God, it's outrageous.

It's a scream in Hellsville.