The

end

is

the

end

Don't

bless

me

fa-

ther

for

I

have

sinned

Fa-

ther

did

you

miss

me?

I've

been

locked

up

a

while.

I

got

caught

for

what

I

did

but

took

it

all

in

sty-

le.

Laid

to

rest

all

my

con-

fes-

sions

I

gave

way

back

wh-

en.

Now

I'm

versed

in

so

much

worse,

So

I

am

back

a-

gain.

And

he

sai-

d

For

the

lines

that

I

ta-

ke,

I'm

go-

ing

to

hell!

For

the

love

that

I

ma-

ke,

I'm

go-

ing

to hell!

Gettin'

hea-

vy

with

the

de-

vil,

you

can

hear

the

wed-

ding

be-

lls.

Fa-

ther

did

you

miss

me?

Don't

ask

me

where

I've

been.

You

know

I

know,

Yes,

I've

been

told

I

re-

de-

fine

a

si-

n.

I

don't

know

what's

dri-

ving

me

to

put

this

in

my

hea-

d.

May-

be

I

wish

I

could

die,

may-

be

I

am

dead!

And

he

sai-

d

For

the

lives

that

I

fa-

ke,

I'm

goi-

ng

to

hell!

For

the

vows

that

I

brea-

k,

I'm

goi-

ng

to

hell!

For

the

ways

that

I

hurt,

while

I'm

hi-

king

up

my

skirt.

I

am

sit-

ting

on

a

thro-

ne

while

they're

bu-

ried

in

the

dirt.

For

the

man

that

I

ha-

te,

I'm

go-

ing

to hell!

Gettin'

hea-

vy

with

the

de-

vil,

you

can

hear

the

wed-

ding

be-

lls.

Please

for-

gi-

ve

me

fa-

ther,

I

di-

dn't

mea-

n

to

bo-

ther

you

.

The

de-

vil's

i-

n

me

fa-

ther.

He's

in-

si-

de

of

e-

very-

thing

I

do.

For

the

life

that

I

ta-

ke,

I'm

go-

ing

to

hell!

For

the

laws

that

I

brea-

k,

I'm

go-

ing

to

hell!

For

the

love

that

I

ha-

te,

I'm

go-

ing

to

hell!

For

the

lies

that

I

ma-

ke,

I'm

go-

ing

to

hell!

For

the

way

I

con-

de-

scend

and

ne-

ver

lend

a

hand.

My

ar-

ro-

gance

is

ma-

king

this

head

bu-

ried

in

the

sand.

For

the

souls

I

for-

sa-

ke,

I'm

go-

ing

to hell!

Gettin'

mar-

ried

to

the

de-

vil,

you

can

hear

the

wed-

ding

be-

lls.