Hellfire from Hellfire by Ben Bostick

Met a woman, got engaged
Time passed, wedding day
Then my feet turned cold at the tone of those wedding bells
Felt bad everyone got dressed up, but I knew I’d messed up
So had to ‘fess up that all I really wanted was just to get drunk as hell
So I jilted that poor woman and I got drunk as hell

I’m talking ‘bout hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire, that’s where I’m bound

Feeling sinful, needing grace
Sunday morning, knew the place
So I stumbled into church and set down for a spell
Few minutes in felt free of sin, so I polished off my bottle of bathtub gin
And got stinking, dirty, awful drunk as hell
Yeah right there in the back pew I got drunk as hell

I’m talking ‘bout hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire, that’s where I’m bound

My drinking buddy passed away
Lightweight, couldn’t hang
So I filled my flask and went to say farewell
I stood in the back, dressed in black, tearing up and turning up
Getting lit up, good godawful greasy drunk as hell
I cried, “I’m coming for you, buddy, that’s where I’m bound!”

I’m talking ‘bout hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire (hellfire)
Hellfire, that’s where I’m bound

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