, I'll hammer them in The road to hell is full of good intentions Say farewell, we may never meet again The road to hell is full of good intentions
in maid's clothing sip a hot mug of kick a chump up to the apple box frankie says "relax", twenty says he snaps safe wager, hell ninety percent sensitive
round the town all 'noid and bent Out of posture from sixteen blunts, a pint of vodka Intoxicated some of y'all call it faded With my headphones slammin' playin Iron Maiden
