Whisper whisper

Do you believe in hell?
Whisper whisper

Imagine what you’d look like
with your arms chopped off

How fast that car could go
without its wheels glued on

Oh my dear, that chainsaw isn’t meant
for cutting glass–you could hurt yourself

Do you believe in hell?
Whisper whisper

Springtime is never going to come
and I don’t like being made fun of

I refuse to answer
whisper whispers
bouncing off the bedroom walls

you’ll have to find someone else
to tuck you in tonight

Do you believe in hell?
Whisper whisper
Hush hush