There once was a young lad who dreamed of a girl with a pretty, pretty smell.
She forced him through the valley of a shadow of doubt, 
And their slumber felt like heaven.
But woke up in [bad word] ...
Heathens be warned, 
You better listen to me, 
Or its fire and brimstone, for eternity.
Repent all your all your sinners, 
'Cause your life is at stake, 
You better pray the lord for your soul to take.

(Guitar Solo)
Heathens be warned, 
You better listen to me, 
Or its fire and brimstone, for eternity.
Repent all your all your sinners, 
'Cause your life is at stake, 
You better pray the lord for your soul to take.