Bedroom in Hell

Hell's not hot
It's so cold that it burns
So I'm watching the pot
Until the fire returns
The voices of those familiar
Whisper "I'm sorry my son;
If the devil ain't already killed you,
Thy kingdom may never come."
Yeah
So what do you think
Of my bedroom in hell?
Always drips in the sink
Never a drop in the well
One by one the guilty trudge
All in single file
One by one they leap from the ledge
One by one they land in the pile
And they wait for the fireworks to start
They wait in the darkness alone
If the devil had half of a heart,
Oh then he might just come back home
So what do you think
Of my bedroom in hell?
Always drips in the sink
Never a drop in the well
Well, I hope you don't think me ungrateful,
But I can't think of what could be worse
Than to sit all alone
On a bed made of stone
Watching the shadows rehearse
See, hell ain't no place where they melt you down, no
In fact it's so cold that you learn
To sit with your sins 'til the new day begins
And the devil returns
Yeah
So what do you think
Of my bedroom in hell?
Always drips in the sink
But never a drop in the well
So what do you think
Of my bedroom in hell?
Always drips in the sink
But never a drop in the well
Never a drop in the well
Oh there's never a drop in the well
Well there's never a drop in the well
Never a drop in the well
Never a drop in the well