Going To Hell
The Pretty Reckless
(Don't bless me, father, for I have sinned)
Father, did you miss me?
I've been locked up a while
I got caught for what I did
But took it all in style
Laid to rest all my confessions
I gave way back when
Now I’m versed in so much worse
So I am back again
And he said
For the lines that I take
I’m going to hell
For the love that I make
I’m going to hell
Getting heavy with the devil
You can hear the wedding bells
Father, did you miss me?
Don't ask me where I've been
You know, I know
Yes, I've been told I redefine a sin
I don't know what’s driving me
To put this in my head
Maybe I wish I could die, maybe I am dead
And he said
For the lives that I fake
I’m going to hell
For the vows that I break
I’m going to hell
For the ways that I hurt
While I'm hiking up my skirt
I am sitting on a throne
While they're buried in the dirt
For the man that I hate
I’m going to hell
Getting heavy with the devil
You can hear the wedding bells
Please forgive me, father
I didn't mean to bother you
The devil's in me, father
He's inside of everything I do
For the life that I take
I’m going to hell
For the laws that I break
I’m going to hell
For the love that I hate
I’m going to hell
For the lies that I make
I’m going to hell
For the way I condescend and never lend a hand
My arrogance is making this head buried in the sand
For the souls I forsake
I’m going to hell
Getting married to the devil
You can hear the wedding bells