if i die and go to hell real soon
it will appear to me as this room
if for enternity i'd lay in bed
in my boxers, half stoned
with the pillow under my head

i'd be chatting on the interweb
maggots pray upon the living dead
i had no interest in the things she said
on the phone every day
i'll permanently hit the hay

i called her on the phone
and she touched herself
i laughed myself to sleep

at this rate
i'll be heading for electric chairs
i'm only human with my cross to bear
when she described her underwear
i forgot all the rules
my rabbi taught me in the old school
you're too young to be this empty girl
i'll prepare you for a sick dark world
know that you'll be my downfall
but i call and i call and i call

i don't know what i want
(i met you on the internet)