It\'s all over the fat lady has sung.
Old nicks disciples i am now among.
A wretched place i now reside.
No one has feelings or personal pride.
Flames burn high.
Tortured voices cry.
A place for the wicked.
Christ i don\'t think i can stick it.
Everywhere as hot as a desert sun.
Here I\'m stuck, from this hell i can not run.
The fat lady don\'t sing no more.
How that has saddened me deep to my soulless core.