LYRIC



I’m going someplace warm
Gonna leave this drivin’ sleet
Maybe get a me a hellish tan
Miles below the city street

Brother don’t stop me
Cuz I’m gonna go
Way down South to Hell below
I’ve got friends there, who’ll let me stay
Hell on a dollar a day

I’m off to lava land
Gonna leave this freeze for good
Maybe lounge by the heated pool
In a badass neighborhood

Hell’s the hottest of destinations
A craze that’s sweeping all the nations
Talk to your local travel agent
She’s got a beautiful brochure
She’s got a beautiful brochure
She’s got a fiery-ass brochure
She’s got a fiery-ass brochure
She’s got a fiery-ass for sure

Brother don’t stop me
Cuz I’m gonna go
Way down South to hell below
I’ve got friends there, who’ll let me stay
Hell on a dollar a day

I’m gone and won’t be back
Gonna miss the falling snow
Brother send me an icy drink
Where the flaming rivers flow

Brother don’t stop me
Cuz I’m gonna go
Way down South to Hell below
I’ve got friends there, who’ll let me stay
Hell on a dollar a day

I’ve got friends there, who lost their way
Hell on a dollar a day
Hell on a dollar a day
Hell on a dollar a day
Hell on a dollar a day
Hell on a dollar a day

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