3 - Bedroom In Hell lyrics

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 k**ed 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 a new day begins And the devil returns So what do you think Of my bedroom in Hell? Always drips in the sink Never a drop in the well So what do you think Of my bedroom in Hell? Always drips in the sink Oh, 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