Martyr's Hell Blues

The greatest tragedy is the suicide bomber.  Desperation, deception and religious insanity allows innocent young people to be brainwashed into doing the worst thing imaginable, and for what?  A vision of heaven rooted in the dreams of teenage sexual frustration?  In this song, he finds out to late that what he hoped for was a lie.  Instead he is in Dante's darkness.

Martyr's Hell Blues  

They told me 72 women 
be waiting for me on the other side.
(May the black eyed give you pleasure.)
I kept thinking about the other side.
I'd be the richest kid in heaven,
Won't even call it suicide.

When I died they told my family.
They put my picture on a wall.
I was famous for a day
With all them faces on the wall.
Gave it up to go to heaven, 
For all the black eyed I could ball.

They said I'd go straight to heaven.
True believers there do dwell.
I'm thinking 'bout them black eyed virgins.
In golden mansions I would dwell.
Wherever I am now, it ain't like that at all.
There's just a sign says "Martyr's Hell."  

Martyr's hell, martyr's hell,
Ain't no night ain't no day.
Only echos, only shadows,
Voices with nothing left to say.
Thoughts of women don't mean nothing
When the shadows fade away.

Copyright © 2010, 2014 by David Larstein, all rights reserved. 

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