You chatter like a box And you're into big rocks And maybe you don't like it When I bring it up Oh, believe me, I can tell Baby, you're going to hell You curse like a sailor And damn your body odor How I wish you'll be ready When kingdom calls Oh, believe me I can tell Baby, you're going to hell Why can't you change for me? Why can't you change for me? For you, for me For you, for me And for the good of our society Keep your head bobbing Foot tapping Hand clapping Here I go again It's all about the pockets Wallets, and what you can get And I can keep going Even by a million resets But it won't change a thing 'Cause baby, you're going to hell Baby, you're going to hell Baby, you're going to hell