Hell Is Other People

Don’t know much about religion
Or about much else, I fear
I have the brains of a pigeon
Spent my school days drinking beer

But I’ve seen and heard enough
From the west to the east
To reveal some certain stuff
You won’t learn from your priest

Hell is other people
Hell is a cold flophouse room
Hell is a church steeple
Hell is life outside the womb

Don’t know much about religion
Or about much else, that’s true
I have the brains of a pigeon
Spent my school days sniffing glue

But I’ve seen and heard enough
From this right up to that
To reveal some certain stuff
You won’t learn from your cat

Hell is other people
Hell is a cold flophouse room
Hell is a church steeple
Hell is life outside the womb

Don’t know much about religion
Or about much else, indeed
I have the brains of a pigeon
Spent my school days smoking weed

But I’ve seen and heard enough
From sea to shining sea
To reveal some certain stuff
You won’t learn from TV

Hell is other people
Hell is a cold flophouse room
Hell is a church steeple
Hell is life outside the womb

Copyright © 1996 by David V. Matthews
May 6, 1996

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