nasty stories bout a crucified son
is not my defination of fun
its a choice between heaven and hell
deep beneath i can hear them yell
yeah, im a sinner and i know where i going (you know where)
all the nasty things ive done is now a story
chorus-
so i dial six-hundrend-and-sixty-six
ive thrown away my crucifix yeah
hello hello here i come
and purgatorys the first zone
please please pick up that telephone
all your sweat and tears will never be alone
rejected from the gates of st peter
there were no wings for me, no he called me a cheater
sad and sorry i turned away
theres no way back, well now its time to pay
a distant voice is now calling for me
it says come and join me its the best place to be
