This Is Not Hell Lyrics - Pushing The Salmanilla Envelope - Jimmies Chicken Shack

If this is hell, well that's fine with me 

All of the wonder presumably happily 

Eager to follow the fool that's got into the head 

Of me 

We don't have any doubt, we're out there making friends 

Unconsciously rolling through, meanings from pollings 

The answers are meaner sometimes 

Than the means to our ends 

So this is hell, what else could it be? 

Bask in the glories of glorified stories 

Of a basket case who has just 

Broken himself from the weave 

We are not making sense 

Who really cares just how we feel 

Infantile ramblings of penniless gamblings 

A fist full of hands swinging clubs, at our new baby zeal, yeah right 

You think this is hell, would you care to bet? 

Capture the beauty of domestic duty 

The hampers are full and our 

Laundry's perpetually wet 

Think about traveling south 

Find the right something you might have left 

Endless the road, wish your past to explode 

Actions remain base, but intentions in treble clef, yeah right 

This is not hell, this is purgatory 

Caught here in limbo, I.Q. of a dim bulb 

How many Gods does it take 

To screw in the likes of me? 

You'd think one day that I might learn 

Stare in the light and you cannot see 

I've opened my doors of perception 

And can't get them shut, now I feel fucked for free 

Everyday, yeah I feel fucked for free, everyday, yeah we're all fucked 

I left my brain inside of my other head, you don't impress me 

Don't depress me, don't suppress me, just get undressed 

I left my brain inside of my other head, the teachers test me 

My father blessed me, the pigs arrest me, I get upset 

I left my brain inside of my other head, you don't impress me 

Don't depress me, don't suppress me, just undress me 

The teachers test me, my father blessed me 

The pigs arrest me, I get upset