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When I'm driving in my car I brake for butterflies It seems a quite peculiar thing But I've got my reasons why I knew a guy who up and died And rode a boat to hell When he returned on his sure leave A story he did tell When his boat landed, the joint was filled There were no vacancies The door man said, "Well anyway, Would you like to take a peak?" My friend obliged and joined his guide From there they did begin Of seventeen consentric rings of sinners and their sins On the top was a traffic cop With murder in his eyes Leveling his wrath at people who kill butterflies Doctors, lawyers, clerks, and jerks Meet heads and movie stars Well anyone with butterflies Stuck fast to their fast cars And oh, my friend, the punishment's too gruesome to be said But rest assured, there's plenty worse to Hell than being dead Letras de canciones Pretty thing with smashed up wings Is a site I just can't stand Yes in my eyes, a butterfly's worth much more than a man Yes in my eyes, a butterfly's worth much more than a man So when you're driving in your car Brake for those butterflies Cause it's possible Hell may not be full When it comes your turn to die From Letras Mania