down to the devil

roaming the plains

where a number is your name

in a palace

and you'll never fin the door

oh look into the mirror

is it what you wanna see

or just a cuddy toy

the vogue has washed the ashore

no i don't care what you say

into the darkness i plough my way

i'm striking out for paradise

to be the one i am

we're going down to the devil

we are striking out for paradise

to bedlam below - down to the devil

the mad parade is coming home

can't you hear the sound

as they make the hammer pound

rusty nails into a coffin of you size

to bury you alive

you mature until you're ripe

then they reap you

when you're beautiful enough

in their eyes

they lurk to wall in your belief

put up glass ceilings that you can't see

to break down the freak

they don't you to be

we're going down to the devil

we are striking out for paradise

to bedlam below - down to the devil

the mad parade is coming home

oh we're going down

here's your invitation

your instigation

your damnation to the hellfire club