Straight to Hell - Transistor Transistor

Don’t be flattered this fuck’s a favor

Pregnant with lies about to go into labor

The doctors are actors so they can’t save her

And i’m in pieces on the operating table

Can you hear me?

pick up operator

We can talk talk talk

I would straighten this out but my tongue was in knots

It’s not my fault fault fault

Our intentions were good but that’s all that we’ve got

You better cross your heart

I’m going to cross my cursed heart

I returned like an emergency

To a waiting room full of adultery

Surgeons stitching together apologies

But there isn’t a syringe to suck the sin out of me

No fire no ice just nothing for the rest of your life

No entrance no exit i don’t believe but i expect it

We’re all going straight to hell

We’re all going straight to hell