Another pub crawl In the sprawl A constant rainfall Still pouring on us all They call it reason They call it norm The call it treason If you won’t conform
Hell awaits So call the saints We’re going Down down down
They need your money They need it fast They need a junkie Craving for the past We need to recall And uninstall All that is banal In order to stand tall
Hell awaits So call the saints We’re going Down down down
Hell awaits So call the saints We’re going Down down down
