I don't dream anymore except for that one I had last week,
where I dug up a hole
and buried myself so deep,
well I canceled my vacation for a weekend in hell,
I lied and said I'm sorry friends, but I'm not feeling well,

the devil shook my hand and said it's always the living who envy the dead, he offered me his wine,
I drank with him to pass the time,

then he showed me what happens when you live a lie,
then he showed me the place where good goes to die,
the real hell is your life gone wrong and sleep without dreams,
the real hell is your life gone wrong and sleep without dreams,

I am desiring his throne made up of fire and brimstone,
his lavish life of luxury it fills my heart with such envy,
but this place is not what it seems and the real hell is your life gone wrong and sleep without dreams,

the devil shook my hand and said it's always the living who envy the dead,
he offered me his wine,
I drank with him to pass the time,

then he showed me what happens when you live a lie,
then he showed me the place where good goes to die,
join me in hell be my Southern belle