G
Oh and Now
G
The end is near
G                     D
And I face that final curtain
G
So good-bye to strife
            C
This is the last dance of my life
G       D        G
Lord of this I'm certain



G
I've been a sinner.
G
I've been a saint.
G                       D
Done both good and evil deeds.
G                         C
Oh, but in the end, I was good to my friends
    G            D         G
and that's good enough for me.


        G
Oh good Lord, they say all souls you forgive.
                          D
Well if that's true then why
           G
does there need to be a hell?
G                C
Hey, what's that sulfur-y smell?
          G          D                    G
Now I can feel, the fire, creepin' up my thigh.


              G
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
                      D
It's a Bohemian Rhapsody.
    G                    C  
Oh, Galileo, mamma mia, Scaramouche, Scaramouche.
    G                 D                   G
Oh, Beelzebub's got a devil put aside for me.


             G
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
                             D
With my flesh they'll make a feast.
G                           C
I'm gonna be there in that number.
G           D                 G
That's 666, the number of the beast.


             G
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
                           D
Well, at least I'll have a view.
           G                         C
Oh, I will see the fire, through the rusty razor wire.
    G                  D                G
Oh, don't you worry, I saved a seat for You.



             G
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
                         D
And I might like it that way.
          G                       C
No, this ain't no lie, I'd rather be Kentucky Fried
     G                    D           G
Than alive and kicking in Jersey any day


             G
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
                       D
I'd pray if I had the guile.
         G
No, this ain't no fib
                C
I'd rather be a splatter on the Devil's bib
        G          D                  G
'Cause on my knees repentent ain't my style.


             G
I'm going to Hell, in a handbasket.
                         D
Oh please don't pray for me.
   G                                 C
No I don't need to be saved, of the devil I ain't afraid.
      G                            D                          G
There ain't nothin' he can do that ain't already been done to me.



             G
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket.
                           D
And I'll have good company too.
          G                          C
'Cause if I was so bad, then there's no need to be sad.
       G          D                 G
'Cause everybody else will be there too (including you)!

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         G            
Oh, good Lord, I only ask you forgive
                         D
The self-righteous who deceive
          G
When your words they twist,
             C
We both know Hell don't exist,
   G                       D              G
Except in the minds of the poor fools who believe