Baby, You're Going to Hell

You chatter like a box
And you’re into big rocks
And maybe you won’t like it
When I bring it up
Oh, believe me I can tell;
Baby, you’re going to hell
You curse like a sailor
And damn your body odor;
How I wish you’ll be ready
When kingdom calls
Oh, believe me I can tell;
Baby, you’re going to hell
Why can’t you change for me?
Why can’t you change for me?
For you, for me
For you, for me
And for the good of our society
Keep your head bobbing
Foot tapping
Hand clapping
Here I go again
It’s all about the pocket
Wallets, and what you can get;
And I can keep going
Even by a million resets
But it won’t change a thing
‘Cause baby, you’re going to hell
Baby, you’re going to hell
Baby, you’re going to hell