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 strikin' out for paradise

To be the one I am

We're going to the Devil

We are striking out for paradise

To bedlam below, down to the Devil

The mad paradise is comin' 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

As 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 to the Devil

We are striking out for paradise

To bedlam below, down to the Devil

The mad parade is comin' home

We're going to the Devil

We are striking out for paradise

To bedlam below, down to the Devil

The mad parade is comin' home

Down to the devil

Striking out for paradise

Bedlam below, down to the Devil

Mad parade is comin' home

(Oh, we're going down) Down to the Devil

Striking out for paradise

We're going to the Devil

The mad parade is comin' home

Here's your invitation

Your instigation, your damnation to the hellfire club

Down to the devil

Striking out for paradise