Baking Pies In Hell Lyrics

Yes, you must reap what you sow

No, now there's no place to run

You, you were born a Princess

And you, yes you, would be a Queen

What did you serve with your power and fame but misery

Now you got to give us something sweet

How far you fell, baking pies in Hell

You know, that the first will be last

Deep throat, knocked down on your ass

You were such a force in High School

All your pets begging for a treat

Those who dared to challenge your rules

Made their beds of shame and cruelty

Welcome baby, to this new rodeo

Up is down, above is below

So squeeze out the filling

And roll out your dough

Dont need no oven

Hell will bake it real slow

Give us some sugar

'Cause were hungry, you know

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