Hell Sounds Nice Songtext
von Young Rising Sons

"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
"