Let me tell you 'bout a dream I had
I went to Hell and back
With an angel of brimstone
And the walls were black
And the fire went higher and higher

And let me tell you what Satan told me
He said, "Remember, son, that this is only a dream.
The fire and the demons are all make believe.

Ain't it funny how things work out like that?
One minute you think you're right but then you're wrong the next

We are suffering, Everyone is always suffering
Throughout history we're suffering
While their gods sit on high

Let me tell you 'bout a girl I had
We went to Mars and back
On a rocket built for two
But a dust storm conspired and we lay down and died

Where was that helping hand of love?
Where was Heaven from up above?
It sat indifferently to our hopes and dreams

Ain't it funny how things work out like that?
One minute you think you're loved and then you're wrong the next

We are suffering, Everyone is always suffereing
Throughout history we're suffering
While their gods sit on high