Gary Stephens - Hell On Earth I ain’t ever going back to that broken down shack In chicago on the southside of town And i'll never let it rain on my shiny jet plane I'll never let the sun go down I got a 98 hose and a baby blue rose That i bought cause it matches my eyes I've got money to burn and a lades all yearn Oh lord how the temperature rise I made a deal with the man for the shake of hand To sell my soul for all that its worth Yes i gave up my place in that heavenly space To be hell, hell on earth Well my momma told me boy Some natural joy being common in eyes of the lord Got that old preacher, a sly such a likable guy He taking offerings she couldn't afford So being driven to vent my inner disappointment I departed from the umble recluse Till i met up with a bloke in a long black cloak Who made a offer that i couldn't refuse I made a deal with the man for the shake of hand To sell my soul for all that its worth Yes i gave up my place in that heavenly space To be hell, hell on earth I made a deal with the man for the shake of hand To sell my soul for all that its worth Yes i gave up my place in that heavenly space To be hell, hell on earth