Hellfire - Ben Bostick

Met a woman

Got engaged

Time passed

Wedding day

The my feet turned cold at the tone of those wedding bells

Felt bad everybody got dressed up but I knew I’d messed up so I had to 'fess up

That all really wanted was just to get drunk as hell

So I jilted that poor woman and got drunk as hell

I’m talking 'bout hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire

That’s where I’m bound

I’m talking 'bout hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire

That’s where I’m bound

Feeling sinful

Needing grace

Sunday morning

Knew the place

So I stumbled into church and sat down for a spell

A few minutes I felt free of sin

So I polished off my bottle of bathtub gin

And got stinking, dirty, awful drunk as hell

Yeah right there in the back pew I got drunk as hell

I’m talking 'bout hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire

That’s where I’m bound

I’m talking 'bout hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire

That’s where I’m bound

My drinking buddy passed away

Lightweight, couldn’t hang

So I filled my flask and went to say farewell

I stood in the back dressed in black tearing up and turning up

Getting lit up good godawful greasy drunk as hell

I cried, «I'm coming for you, buddy, that’s where I’m bound!»

I’m talking 'bout hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire

That’s where I’m bound

I’m talking 'bout hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire (Hellfire!)

Hellfire

That’s where I’m bound