everybody has their own
private little hell
and though it differs some from yours
mine treats me just as well

It jabs me in the ribs sometimes
forbid that I forget
I nourish and I feed the thing
you’d think it was a pet

when life progresses smoothly
and all cares are cast aside
that little hell which I posses
comes running to my side

it gets me in hot water
while the good lord gets me out
for each step gained I slide back two
my little hell has clout

could I but cast that hell aside
I’d give a world of thanks
but how on earth can I do that
when I come from Fairbanks

the town that sin was born of
corruption greed and lust
my hell is sort of like the town
it’s either boom or bust

it’s either feast or famine
it’s a case of buy or sell
I guess I’ll take it to my grave
my private little hell