Hell's not hot

It's so cold that it burns

So I'm watching the pot

Until the fire returns

The voices of those familiar

Whisper "I'm sorry my son"

If the devil ain't already killed you

Thy kingdom may never come

Yeah

So what do you think

Of my bedroom in Hell?

Always drips in the sink

Never a drop in the well

One by one the guilty trudge

All in single file

One by one they leap from the ledge

One by one they land in the pile

And they wait for the fireworks to start

They wait in the darkness alone

If the devil had half of a heart

Oh, then he might just come back home

So what do you think

Of my bedroom in Hell?

Always drips in the sink

Never a drop in the well

Well I hope you don't think me ungrateful

But I can't think of what could be worse

Than to sit all alone on a bed made of stone

Watching the shadows rehearse

See... Hell ain't no place where they melt you down, no

In fact it's so cold that you learn

To sit with your sins 'til a new day begins

And the devil returns

So what do you think

Of my bedroom in Hell?

Always drips in the sink

Never a drop in the well

So what do you think

Of my bedroom in Hell?

Always drips in the sink

Oh, never a drop in the well

Never a drop in the well

Oh there's never a drop in the well

Well there's never a drop in the well

Never a drop in the well

Never a drop in the well