| Song | Hell in a Handbasket |
| Artist | Voltaire |
| Album | Ooky Spooky |
| 作曲 : Goeke, Kitzis, Sorino ... | |
| Oh and Now | |
| The end is near | |
| And I face that final curtain | |
| So good-bye to strife | |
| This is the last dance of my life | |
| Lord of this I'm certain | |
| I've been a sinner. | |
| I've been a saint. | |
| Done both good and evil deeds. | |
| Oh, but in the end, I was good to my friends | |
| and that's good enough for me. | |
| Oh good Lord, they say all souls you forgive. | |
| Well if that's true then why | |
| does there need to be a hell? | |
| Hey, what's that sulfury smell? | |
| Now I can feel, the fire, creepin up my thigh. | |
| I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| It's a Bohemian Rhapsody. | |
| Oh, Galileo, mamma mia, Scaramouche, Scaramouche. | |
| Oh, Beelzebub's got a devil put aside for me. | |
| I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| With my flesh they'll make a feast. | |
| I'm gonna be there in that number. | |
| That's 666, the number of the beast. | |
| I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| Well, at least I'll have a view. | |
| Oh, I will see the fire, through the rusty razor wire. | |
| Oh, don't you worry, I saved a seat for You. | |
| I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| And I might like it that way. | |
| No, this ain't no lie, I'd rather be Kentucky Fried | |
| Than alive and kicking in Jersey any day | |
| I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| I'd pray if I had the guile. | |
| No, this ain't no fib | |
| I'd rather be a splatter on the Devil's bib | |
| 'Cause on my knees repentent ain't my style. | |
| I'm goin to Hell, in a handbasket. | |
| Oh please don't pray for me. | |
| No I don't need to be saved, of the devil I ain't afraid. | |
| There ain't nothin' he can do that ain't already been done to me. | |
| I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| And I'll have good company too. | |
| 'Cause if I was so bad, then there's no need to be sad. | |
| 'Cause everybody else will be there too (including you)! | |
| Oh, good Lord, I only ask you forgive | |
| The self-righteous who deceive | |
| When your words they twist, | |
| We both know Hell don't exist, | |
| Except in the minds of the poor fools who believe |
| zuò qǔ : Goeke, Kitzis, Sorino ... | |
| Oh and Now | |
| The end is near | |
| And I face that final curtain | |
| So goodbye to strife | |
| This is the last dance of my life | |
| Lord of this I' m certain | |
| I' ve been a sinner. | |
| I' ve been a saint. | |
| Done both good and evil deeds. | |
| Oh, but in the end, I was good to my friends | |
| and that' s good enough for me. | |
| Oh good Lord, they say all souls you forgive. | |
| Well if that' s true then why | |
| does there need to be a hell? | |
| Hey, what' s that sulfury smell? | |
| Now I can feel, the fire, creepin up my thigh. | |
| I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| It' s a Bohemian Rhapsody. | |
| Oh, Galileo, mamma mia, Scaramouche, Scaramouche. | |
| Oh, Beelzebub' s got a devil put aside for me. | |
| I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| With my flesh they' ll make a feast. | |
| I' m gonna be there in that number. | |
| That' s 666, the number of the beast. | |
| I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| Well, at least I' ll have a view. | |
| Oh, I will see the fire, through the rusty razor wire. | |
| Oh, don' t you worry, I saved a seat for You. | |
| I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| And I might like it that way. | |
| No, this ain' t no lie, I' d rather be Kentucky Fried | |
| Than alive and kicking in Jersey any day | |
| I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| I' d pray if I had the guile. | |
| No, this ain' t no fib | |
| I' d rather be a splatter on the Devil' s bib | |
| ' Cause on my knees repentent ain' t my style. | |
| I' m goin to Hell, in a handbasket. | |
| Oh please don' t pray for me. | |
| No I don' t need to be saved, of the devil I ain' t afraid. | |
| There ain' t nothin' he can do that ain' t already been done to me. | |
| I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
| And I' ll have good company too. | |
| ' Cause if I was so bad, then there' s no need to be sad. | |
| ' Cause everybody else will be there too including you! | |
| Oh, good Lord, I only ask you forgive | |
| The selfrighteous who deceive | |
| When your words they twist, | |
| We both know Hell don' t exist, | |
| Except in the minds of the poor fools who believe |