There’s a well In hell For the damned And those under my spell And they drink In the stink Of their own rotting flesh But they drink
Went astray Lost their way Came to me On their darkest day No return Now they burn By the well And they learn
Down by the well
Needed money Wanted power Begged for relief in their final hours Lost control or Took control Ran away like a thief Or a coward
An adventure This human nature Keeps me occupied Another sinner died There’s no lack Of black In the human spirit
Down by the well
I call this my well of souls Eternal font, How my garden grows! Drink from my well of souls Watch how my garden grows
There’s a well In hell For the damned And those under my spell And they drink In the stink Of their own rotting flesh But they drink
Down by the well
Think of all the ways They can pay in hell Get it straight from the source When they’re down by the well I was there for them In their hour of need Now they’re here for me When we’re down by the well
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