Damned souls there will go;
for their sins they’ll have to pay.
Santa’s excess coal
scalds them night and day.

Hellfire is gonna sting;
Satan will take delight,
doing his infernal thing,
down below, out of sight. Woe!

It’s in hell, it’s in hell,
it’s in hell they’ll stay.
It’s no fun to fry your hide.
And you cannot get away. Nay!
It’s in hell, it’s in hell,
it’s in hell you’ll stay
for bad things you did in life.
And you cannot get away.

Away you have to go,
’cause you could not abide
living life that’s right;
constantly you’d backslide.
You have yourself to thank
for misfortune, your lot.
Now up the flames the devil cranks.
They get hot. And more hot!

Woe! It’s in hell, it’s in hell,
it’s in hell you’ll pay.
It’s no fun to fry your hide.
And you cannot get away. Nay!
It’s in hell, it’s in hell,
in hell, far away.
Day and night, there’s naught but strife,
and you cannot get away.

Underground, the site,
from which you can’t be sprung.
Everything is blight—
the shui there is not feng…
bad vibes always in play.
It’s heaven you did seek,
but things didn’t go your way;
now they’re blazingly bleak.

It’s in hell, it’s in hell,
that you’ll have to pay.
It’s no fun to there abide
endless nights and endless days. Stay!
It’s in hell, it’s in hell,
in hell, hot as Ha-
des, for living a bad life—
guess you shoulda changed your ways