Well I'd had my fill of corporeal strife So I took the grim task of ending my life But I'm telling you, brother, though you struggle and strive The flames down below never die That great temple curtain will be rendered in two Angels and devils will flock down to you A clamorous war will be fought for your soul Then you're lifted to heaven or pulled down the hole O, holy day When the Maker decides who must stay and who's carried away Well I chose the wrong path, it's easy to see For Satan's foul minions laid claim upon me We struggled and fell down that bottomless pit Then we blistered and roasted long after we'd hit O, holy day When the Maker decides who must stay and who's carried away So harken these sad words I'm saying to thee Or you'll burn and you'll writhe in hell's furnace like me So I'm telling you brother, though you think this life's cruel Think twice before you kick out that stool