Hell's Bells
Hell's bells, even in winter
Hot spells, furious splinters
Ma yells, God loves you!
Faint glow, huddling in the
Hot snow, ba da ba ding
I don't know how I know it, but it's true
Enter Sourmelina, the chimp from Tanzania
Well I feel alive, the hyena cried
At the Pondicherry zoo
I run in circles too
The sea so wide and blue
It's a stellar night, for a lonely ride
Not a single soul in sight
Just a black and hungry sky
But ha! I stayed alive
Still I think it's gonna be a-
Long night, lingering in the
Spotlight, struggling to be
All right I know I can see this through
Hello Santa Rita, make a melee margarita
Well it's too late, he flew back to LA
And he's never coming back
Guess I was not a catch
Just an itch he had to scratch
Just a brimming bride, eyes too open wide
Built to pry herself apart
A lovely book-end heart
A stifling work of art
As the stars all begin to fall
And I wonder at it all
Mr. Parker begins to roar
And I don't know if I'm ever gonna make it home
They want to need me
But first they want to know if I'm telling the truth
They won't believe me
Until I go to them offering proof
There's no road, nor graph
Nor frame, no map
There's just lovable, gullible, me
Hot spells, furious splinters
Ma yells, God loves you!
Faint glow, huddling in the
Hot snow, ba da ba ding
I don't know how I know it, but it's true
Enter Sourmelina, the chimp from Tanzania
Well I feel alive, the hyena cried
At the Pondicherry zoo
I run in circles too
The sea so wide and blue
It's a stellar night, for a lonely ride
Not a single soul in sight
Just a black and hungry sky
But ha! I stayed alive
Still I think it's gonna be a-
Long night, lingering in the
Spotlight, struggling to be
All right I know I can see this through
Hello Santa Rita, make a melee margarita
Well it's too late, he flew back to LA
And he's never coming back
Guess I was not a catch
Just an itch he had to scratch
Just a brimming bride, eyes too open wide
Built to pry herself apart
A lovely book-end heart
A stifling work of art
As the stars all begin to fall
And I wonder at it all
Mr. Parker begins to roar
And I don't know if I'm ever gonna make it home
They want to need me
But first they want to know if I'm telling the truth
They won't believe me
Until I go to them offering proof
There's no road, nor graph
Nor frame, no map
There's just lovable, gullible, me
Credits
Writer(s): Jodi Ingram Shaw
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