Lyrics

One morning in Hell,
I thought about taking a trip to Paradise
Shouldn’t be too many tourists today,
You know it’s only half a day’s journey,

Including all the detours

I stopped at the local ice cream shop,
To grab the flavor of the day
There I met a man from Earth,
Who said he was on his way to Nirvana

He must have taken a wrong turn on I-94

He said I always wondered
If Hell really existed
I’ve heard a lot about it,
But who woulda thought
It would have been such a beautiful place
19 hundred miles above the Earth

So here I am stuck here in Hell
I guess its partly my own fault
I threw away the navigational device
When it didn’t like my interpolations

As I charted my elucidation

I took a ride
Into the personal pronoun
And when I got inside,
I didn’t like what I found
Next thing I knew, I found myself in an Empty Metaphor

I paint a self-portrait poorly,
But I’ll sell it to you pretty cheap

As he heads out the door, he quietly hangs his head
I may be close, but its getting late
I guess I should just head back home,
I guess Nirvana can wait

That’s when I noticed he never finished his ice cream

I am wise enough to know
Not to discard every Rhombus and Rhyme
That doesn’t seem to comfortably fit
Into my current paradigm
So I finished my Ice cream, and headed out the door