There’s a part of me which hopes the Christians got it right That god is real and hell exists where sinners burn ‘Cause then I know we’ll meet again upon some flame-lit, starless night Chained side by side to stand in line and wait our turn I’d love to spend eternity in purgatory with you Each breath of the living death evokes a sweet nightmare, it’s true Forever wracked with torment seems a paltry price to pay If they’ll let me be your devil for a day ‘Tis often said the good die young - That’s how we lived so long And none deserve damnation more than we So I’ll raise a hearty toast when I feel my buttocks roast Glad just knowing you’re there suffering with me Your pretty pleas for mercy I’m afraid will be in vain We complement each other like the martyr and his pain My soul hangs in the balance - Let them have their wicked weigh If they’ll let me be your devil for a day Love is blind, unkind and stupid Just another stunt for Cupid Vile in the games we play Purple patch - Black lies betray Humans are such futile creatures Shallow-minded and capricious Underhanded, cruel, deceitful Hell is merely other people! [Excerpt from “The Teak Forest” by Laurence Hope: For this is wisdom; to love, to live. To take what fate, or the gods, may give. To ask no question, to make no prayer. But to kiss the lips and caress the hair. Speed passion’s ebb as you greet its flow. To have, to hold and in time, let go…] They’ll torture me without restraint I’ll take it all - make no complaint A smile across my broken face will play If they’ll let me be your devil In my duties I would revel If they’ll let me be your devil for a day Love is blind, unkind and stupid Just another stunt for Cupid Vile in the games we play Purple patch - Black lies betray Humans are such futile creatures Shallow-minded and capricious Underhanded, cruel, deceitful Hell is merely other people!