Hellfire

They took you to the river in October,
When the ground is soft enough to dig a hole.
But the devils did not want you, so they buried you alive.
Now they argue over where to rest your soul.

Broken into pieces by a hammer,
And drowned beneath the river, next to you.
Held under by your daddy's arms in water,
Though I tried and struggled not to suck a lungfull in.

Now I can't wait to meet you down there in the hellfire,
I can't wait to see your pretty face in flames.
But baby, if we get down there, don't fall back into madness.