Hell You Say

Hell you say So tell me really where is hell Shall I, should I maybe tell Things are rough in your perambulator From time of birth, nips like a Gator At 2 I’d lurk under a shack Me and the pig were hard to track A small boy tried to poke my eyes out Pointy scissors had the lout His momma ordered the attack He jabbed and poked But me pig fought back Much squealing from me one true mate The pig and I made our escape Bully’s bashed me at the school Dad taught me fisticuffs At 6 straight lefts, and it was cool I hammered a few scruffs. Subtle hell is here with us The preacher doesn’t know it Crap gets a little deeper plus Location, the suffering bit Don Johnson