Sam Hell Lyrics

Helmet Sam Hell

Sam invents the you you want to see
Don't believe in predestiny
Bacon you never need to bring home
Sam Hell gets you redeemed
By grace alone
Sam's the mayor of First Avenue
Nothing goes on the he doesn't want to
A wife that wears his 'in' stocking hat
She's known for making good
Gravy and cat
Heart attack
Time to eat and pay
Cellulite won't wash away
You never knew if you'd been dead or
Just old
Sam Hell never gets that cold.
All songs by Henry Bogdan and/or Page Hamilton
Typed up by Andy Thompson
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