I am a shell of my former self
I am a shell of my former shell
I am the ghost of the husk that I was yesterday
I am that man in the photograph
reading his own epitaph
I never know if I'm dead or doin' OK

You can sleep for days and hide yourself from the scene
You can do a J with Socrates if that's your thing
If you want to speak with management just ring the bell
Enjoy your life in Hell

I was a hat in a former life
I would go back at the drop of me
and see the world from a salesman's head again
But now I'm here wedged between these rocks
feelin' the flames lick my thermal socks
and a three-headed dog brings the paper in everyday

People with their noise and lights might really scare you
but you can talk on couches you can scream your prayers you
can take as many pills it takes to make you feel well
Enjoy your life in Hell

I was in love with a brown-haired girl
I sent her poems from the underworld
with little hearts where the dots of the "i"s should be
I played her voice in my brain like a song from a tape
I'd make my hands feel her hands feel her face on my face
She's real for sure but before she was more real to me

You can think of Sarah but you can't embrace her
You can scrub your memories of her with a pink eraser
You can disinfect your life of all the love that you felt
Enjoy your life in Hell

Third circle
Second circle
Outer circle
Your floor, sir

So now I'm back in my bed asleep
Feelin' the drugs in my brain at work
And when I wake she'll be sleeping there next to me

You might take forever
You might bide your time
And you might write the memoirs of your crowded mind
You might sing the blues forever - only time will tell
So enjoy your life in Hell
Yes, enjoy your life in Hell
You better enjoy your life