Mama, we all go to Hell

“We're damned after all
Through fortune and flame we fall
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
To return from the ashes you call
We all carry on
When our brothers in arms are gone
So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you call”

Smells like Alabama on a hot summer day?

oh you just have not yet, Made the better deal
[i]Its not too late[/i]😈

Nothing like permeating rotton eggs to clear the sinuses.