I Think I'Ve Found the Address To Hell

I think I've found the address to hell There's a jukebox even laughter And sad stories to tell Our souls are long gone From the heartache we've felt I think I've found the address to hell Just off of Main St., sits a smoky old place Where memories of past loves, always congregate The sign on the outside, says all welcome, please come in And that's where this story begins Each man is a member, as long as he's paid the fee Of sorrow and misery, along with some grief We drink to our demise, each night of the week Who knew hell, had a doorway, just off Main st. I think I've found the address to hell There's a jukebox even laughter And sad stories to tell Our souls are long gone From the heartache we've felt I think I've found the address to hell I walked in with, intentions, of leaving Thought maybe, I'd just have a few.... But the jukebox plays hits, and we're all masochists When it comes to, the bottle, and the truth Our stories, like a mirror, all reflect The same ending, with just different names We hide in the shame, of who's really to blame And our demons, are all one in the same I think I've found the address to hell There's a jukebox even laughter And sad stories to tell Our souls are long gone And our bodies just a shell I think I've found the address to hell In every town on Main st. Are memberships paid with grief.... I think I've found the address to hell......