There's a story people tell
of a special place in hell ...
A place so horrific, it's ....
just terrific for spammers
Where they can toil among their own
Reap what they have sown.
With slimeballs, slackers, scoundrels, hackers, and scammers.
Where they're forced to work
at the speed of berserk
While hearing the devils taunts.
To their colleagues in hell,
they're sentenced to sell
Crap ... that nobody wants.
Chorus
To hell with spammers
And to all of their buddies as well
Let's tell the spammers
No more talking - now It's time to yell
We should put up a clamor
throw 'em all in the slammer.
And after that ...
they can all go to hell
Verse 2
They'll steal your Passwords in a flash
Your contacts and your cash
Their selfish cheating has us all
deleting and deleting ... And deleting
And then some bastard sends
A virus to all your friends
It's a sad fact of living
The gift that keeps giving And giving.
Aww, It all makes me curse,
but what's really the worst,
gets me snippy, snarky and snorting.
First my focus is blown
By the sound of the phone
Then I'm spammed by a damned recording.
Chorus
I say to hell with spammers
Don't let 'em poison the well
We gotta quell them spammers
We gotta ring their closing bell
We should put up a clamor
throw 'em all in the slammer.
And after that...
they can all rot in hell