Last night I went to Hell
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The tenement, it smelled
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Of the stench of death
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The shooting gallerie's breath
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I saw women and men
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Kill themselves again and again
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They make their own disease
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And the end they will not see
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Yesterday I had a girl
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To me, she meant all the world
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Until the needle filled her arm
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Now she fills me with alarm
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Tombstone graves fill her eyes
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She looks at me with mad despise
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I pitty her destiny
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Now she's only hating me
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They say that they don't care at all
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The world is fucking sad
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On that point I agree with them
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But nothing is that bad
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Poison disease, eating through their minds
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They will never see the end of the line
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I will never understand why they do it to themselves
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Why they choose a life that so resembles Hell
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Now I stand in pouring rain
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At a friend's funeral again
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Tears fill my eyes
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He lived a tortured life
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And as I walk away
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I see another stray
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Stumbling down the street
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It seems so sad to me
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[Repeat chorus]
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Shooting Gallery
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Saint Vitus |