A Little Less Like Hell Songtext
von Alex Dezen

I saw the interview today

Sure, I guess it was okay
I laughed at the funny parts
Rogan can sell an asshole a fart
The part where the dictator dies
To be honest, made me sad inside
Like when everyone broke into song
The day we killed Osama Bin Laden

Now I understand the relief
′Cause I was right there in the street
With a T-shirt over my mouth
Watching all the ashes come down
But what I'll never understand is why
Regardless of how hard we try
We need somebody on the cross
Just to make up for the things we lost


Tell me who I gotta talk to, mmm
Tell me who I gotta kill
Just to make this place
Feel a little less like Hell

I watched Obama′s speech

On YouTube, I don't have TV
What he was asking for
Seemed to me to be pretty reasonable

When he was done they clapped
Which reminded me of watching C-SPAN
In my mother's bed
′Cause she could keep the monsters out of my head

And I feel we′ve come a ways
From Selma and those darker days
But it's so hard to forget
The black man who was killed for selling cigarettes
And at the bottom of the YouTube page
Of Obama′s speech, there were so many comments made
And more than four or five
Said they wished that a nigger would die


Tell me who I've gotta talk to, mmm
Tell me who I′ve gotta kill
Just to make this place
Feel a little less like Hell

When I was a little kid
There was this poster on the wall, I remember it
Of a brilliant jungle scene
With monkeys and bears and everything
And as I'd fall asleep
This lion would start to talk to me
He′d scratch and claw at my head
Before slipping into the bed

Tell me who I've gotta talk to, mmm
Tell me who I've gotta kill
Tell me who I′ve gotta kill
Just to make this place
Feel a little less like Hell