LYRIC FOR SALE

By Scott and Doug Taylor

Little Taste of Hell

I’ll write a song
That’ll break your heart
Make you feel 
Tear you apart

This dark empty room 
That I’m living within 
Can’t find my way out
Can’t pay for my sin.

(bridge)
Not likely I’ll ever see sunlight
Nor will I again breathe fresh air
You put me in here to forget me
Don’t blame you, I wouldn’t care.

My skin is on fire
I smell and draw flies
And when I scream
No one hears the cries.

(chorus)
Here I sit and I stagnate
Within this cold vinyl cell.
Won’t you stop in and visit
This fun little taste of hell.

I wear serial killer glasses
Over dark exorcist eyes
I can tell all my handlers
The most outlandish lies.

(chorus)
Here I sit and I stagnate
Within this cold vinyl cell.
Won’t you stop in and visit
This fun little taste of hell.
Said come on in, we can share
This fun little taste of hell.