I'm Going to Hell

My shoes stink of cowshit
I can't take it anymore
Anymore
Anymore

My jeans reek of pigshit
And they're lying on the floor
On the floor
On the floor

I'm going straight
To hell with you
For something
I could not
Do with you

Only you know it's true
And I'm going to hell
With you

My hands smell of something
I'd rather not say
Not say
Not say

I tried so hard to wash them
Wash it all away
All away
All away

I'm going straight
To hell with you
For something
I could not
Do with you

Only you know it's true
And I'm going to hell
With you

With you