Hellfire - The Taxpayers

They took you to the river in October

When the ground is soft enough to dig a hole

But the devils did not want you, so they buried you alive

Now they argue over where to rest your soul

Broken into pieces by a hammer

And drowned beneath the river, next to you

Held under by your daddy’s arms in water though I tried

And struggled not to suck a lungfull in

Now I can’t fuckin' wait to meet you down there in the hellfire

I can’t wait to see your pretty face in flames

But baby, if we get down there, don’t fall back into madness