Glimpse Into Hell

there's a place in the back of the stall

where the plaster's so thin

there's a crack in the wall

and if you bend to the ground

and squint really well

they say that you're bound

to catch a glimpse into hell

as the smoke clears away for the view

all the people are waiting

lined up in the pews

and the sermon begins

and he's gritting his teeth

cause the music's kicked in

with the pulsating beat

good folks and sad blokes

sunday afternoon

hymn notes and cheap hokes

in the back of a dark, empty room

there's a sickening smell to this room

of whiskey-stained breath

and the cheapest perfume

there's a girl in her bra

and sex in your pants

and she's sucking a straw

as she begs you to dance

downtown and down low

sunday afternoon

highlights and high hopes

old rusty cross on the roof

they come to this place

to a batch of filling

each side, a better extreme

a flash and a wink of an eye

a hail mary

inside and angels bad dream

there's a place in the back of the stall

where the plaster's so thin

there's a crack in the wall

and if you bend to the ground

and squint really well

they say that you're bound

to catch a glimpse into hell