It Won’t Be Hell ‘Til You Get There

The devil did his level best
To make a horrid place where
No one would wanna be left
Without as much as a prayer

And it certainly is a terrible space
Full of sorrow and despair
But in this place, it is the case
That something’s missing there

I think you could contribute, dear
And so I do declare
That awful hole is bad, I hear
But it won’t be Hell . . . . .’til you get there.

CHORUS
No, it won’t be Hell
Till you get there
No pain, no suffering
Could compare
No matter what
They say, I swear
It won’t be Hell ‘til you get there

It has a lot of shrieking
From pain and from despair
The tension’s always peaking
A very sad affair

The smell is really reeking
Relief is rather rare
But unless I’m mis-speaking
It won’t be Hell ‘til you get there

CHORUS
No, it won’t be Hell
Till you get there
No pain, no suffering
Could compare
No matter what
They say, I swear
It won’t be Hell ‘til you get there

CHORUS
It won’t be Hell
Till you get there
No pain, no suffering
Could compare
No matter what
They say, I swear
It sure as hell won’t be Hell . . . . ’til you get there

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