On My Way to Hell

[E minor, driving mid-fast gallop tempo] [Intro | twin lead guitars trade a quick harmonized fanfare | tight palm-muted gallop riff kicks in underneath] [Verse 1 | gritty conversational high tenor lead | rhythm guitar and bass locked to the gallop] The preacher swore my soul was thin, paper next to original sin. He drew the flames on Sunday chalk, never once could make them talk. [Pre-Chorus | vocal opens up, building toward the hook] They shake their heads and beg me stop, Only one way to go from the top. [Chorus | full band, gang vocal group shout doubles the hook line | twin guitars harmonize underneath the vocal] I'm on my way to Hell tonight, where the fun ones burn so bright. Save a seat, pour me a drink, I never was the kind to blink. [Verse 2 | same gritty lead] Every rebel with a reason to run, every outlaw who outlived the gun. Poets, drunks, and dreamers with the nerve, that's the party Heaven couldn't serve. [Pre-Chorus | same as before] They shake their heads and beg me stop, Only one way to go from the top. [Chorus | same as before, gang vocals doubling the hook] I'm on my way to Hell tonight, where the fun ones burn so bright. Save a seat, pour me a drink, I never was the kind to blink. [Guitar Solo | twin lead guitars harmonize a third apart, trading rapid unison runs, no keyboard, no orchestral pad] [Verse 3 | delivery turns pointed and direct, still clean, no growl] I've heard you're the one who dug the hole, signed the deed and sold the soul. I won't spend one day under your stare, let alone forever in your care. [Final Chorus | full band and gang vocals at full force, twin guitars harmonizing highest here] I'm on my way to Hell tonight, better company, better light. Save a seat, pour me a drink, I never was the kind to blink. [Outro | band cuts to just the gallop riff, then stops cold] [spoken, grinning, dry] "Better company down there anyway."