Future of the Left
Why Aren’t I Going to Hell
[Verse 1]
Who's that knocking at my bedroom window
In the middle of the afternoon...
A neighbor with a grudge or a stranger aggravated
By the traffic signs which litter the drive?
A cold wind flicks at my foul expectations
As it makes its journey over the sheets
Astonished by the air and embarrassed by the silence
I am drawn to make a simpler peace
[Chorus]
But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far flung East
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far-flung east
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
Made a pact on my back and it suits me well
[Verse 2]
I find myself jumping through my bedroom window
With the vacuum cleaner under my arm
Extension cord wrapped around the base of my penis
In defiance of societal norms
Searching for a clue in the mess of data loss
Poisoned for particular tastes
Embarrassed by the sight of a grown man dancing
I retreat behind my regular name
[Chorus]
But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far flung east
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
But why aren't I going to hell?
Why aren't I going to hell?
I've slept with the beasts of the far flung east
Made a pact on my back as the shadows fell
Made a pact on my back and it suits me well
[Bridge]
Such a long way down, such a long way down
Such a long way down, such a long way down
I see you grinning in the darkness
Every time they take a piece of my heart, of my heart
I see you grinning in the darkness
Every time they take a piece of my heart, of my heart
I see you grinning in the darkness
Every time they take a piece of my heart, of my heart
I see you grinning in the darkness
Every time they take a piece of my heart, of my heart