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Hell is full, jammed to the rafters|Hell is full, brim full of bastards|The human race is such a bloody disgrace|That they've taken every available space|And we've got to go to heaven, 'cause Hell is full| |I lived a life of unnatural sin, I knew St. Peter wouldn't let me in|But I didn't care, I was such a shit face, I figured Hell would be my kind of place|My life of crime ended at an early age, I was shot while robbing an orphanage|And as I lay dying, I screamed 'It's been swell, but I've run out of time, I'll see you in Hell'| |There were sighs of relief when I finally died, and everyone said, 'His ass is gonna get fried'|But when I got to the end of the tunnel of light, the gates of hell were nowhere in sight|There were angels, floating in a fluffy white mist, and St. Peter - looking totally pissed|Checked my name in a book, and started shaking his head,|'Looks like you're going to heaven' he said, 'cause -| |Hell is full, jammed to the rafters|Hell is full, brim full of bastards|I know you were expecting the fire and brimstone,|But what can I say, you lose some and win some|You got to go to heaven, 'cause hell is full| |So, they sent me to heaven, it wasn't attractive|None of the angels were sexually active|forbidden to party, forbidden to screw, the music is boring, there's nothing to do|All we eat is 'manna', it tastes like white bread, we all sit around and wish we weren't dead| |I can't find a poker game, or even a beer - I keep screaming 'What am I doing here?'|Well you see, Hell is full, Jammed to the rafters. Hell is full, brim full of bastards|Politicians and preachers, musicians and whores - it's standing room only, they've bolted the doors|And you've got to go to heaven, 'cause Hell is full. |||