The Duke & The King - The Morning I Get to Hell lyrics

The morning that I get to hell, The devil will take me up in his ferris wheel Show me all the scenes below, Tapping a tick tack tack on his black high heel Wich all his pretty ones dancing in the fire, They're singing lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie The morning that I get to hell, They'll play me my life on a TV so I see it all Everything I'd never tell, Till I'm begging the anchorman for my one phone call And I'd call my pretty one, the one I told the lie, Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie Oh and what will it sound like? Mmm and what will I wear? Oh, tell me what will it sound like The morning I get there? Feeling like a one-man band, Where's all my fire, my famous missionary zeal? Been beating on my pots and Pans, Tapping a sad tick tack on my black high heel And when all my pretty years have pa**ed me by, I'll be singing lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie The morning that I get to hell, Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie The morning that I get to hell, Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie …