Lyrics Sam Hell

Sam invents the you you want to see
Don't believe in predestiny
Bacon you never need bring home
Sam Hell gets you redeemed
By grace alone

Sam's the mayor of First Avenue
Nothing goes on 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