Down To The Devil

Roaming the plains

where a number is your name

In a palace

And you'll never find the door

Oh look into the mirror

Is it what you wanna see

Or just a cuddle toy

The vogue has washed 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 your 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 want 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



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



Down to the devil

Striking out for paradise

To bedlam below - down to the devil

Mad parade is coming home



Oh, we're going down



Here's your invitation, your instigation

Your damnation to the hellfire club