Does hell still exist?

I don't know, I was sort of cruisin’ for a while, but I'm going to run out of money soon, I wonder if I'll end up homeless?

I don't know, I think the family is being fed,

But are people still poor? I don't know, maybe, is youth still a thing? I don't know, but I'm into mouse girls, something about them, its okay baby, daddy's here, and I don't know, something queer,

So he just left the building, the party was going on inside,

And outside of it all, was it clean?

Outside of it all, was there singing?

Was there a call? The streets, may they claim me, but I believe, oh, baby, don’t do this to me, said weird, he pushed it forward,

And outside something else happened,

I could hear the call of my father,

And you know what?

I ran, hah, yeah, I ran,

I don’t miss him,

Last I heard, he loved me,

Last I heard, he was teaching me a lesson,

But maybe that’s gone now,

May the spring be gentle.