Oh Hell

It's early in the morning and the rain's already pouring

While we're working under boss man's breath

Now we're out getting heavy on an alcoholic levee

But we're all just thinkin' about death

I work my hours and exhaust my powers

Cashing in a bullshit check

And I won't spend a dime of my own time

This is where I draw the line

And then, boss man turns right around and says

Hey, you, why don't you go to hell

Well hell yeah, I'm gunna rock n' roll then head to bed