Our little room on 7th Street is getting cold And secrets seem like mescaline, they don't get old I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day It looked just like the pillow you threw away You were like a zombie when you told me what you did that day And I drove out to the Meadowlands to throw our baby away While time and snow couldn't bury years of forgotten guilt Yeah, little Bobby's calling, rising up from under a Jersey landfill I just woke up the other night, and now I know what to do I guess I'll see you in hell The creature's waiting for a battle in the ancient swamp You're pissing on the pyramids, ain't gonna move things along So pack your scars and your makeup, and give your money to the poor Cause you'll be riding a 20-gauge ticket into reality's door I just woke up the other night, and now I know what to do I just woke up the other night, girl, and now I know what to do I guess I'll see you in hell Yeah! TV's gone and you've been huffing out pay And your punk rock band still sucks, anyway I was talking to Jesus through a hole in the floor He said, our time is up, we can't stay anymore, no more Oh, no more Our little room on 7th Street is getting cold And secrets ain't like mescaline, they don't get old I saw a pattern on a blanket just the other day You looked just like the pillow you threw away I just woke up the other night, and now I know what to do I just woke up the other night, girl, and now I know what to do I guess I'll see you in hell Yeah, I'll see you in hell I'll see you in hell Yeah, I'll see you in hell