Hellfire & Brimstone

A preacher's son born with a serpent's tongue
Learned a lesson when he was young
He could shout out loud and draw a real good crowd
People coming from miles around

He had a book with a cross
It makes a pretty good prop
But then a brand new toy made him the happiest boy
It amplified his voice for all to enjoy

And it's strange
It's shaped like a gun with a trigger like one
In flames
Over the megaphone it's hellfire and brimstone

A pill-popping lug with a voice like a drug
And a mug three wives couldn't love
And a dinosaur brain, a dinosaur mouth
Around his middle hung a dinosaur pouch

He did a comedy show
At least that's what he told
He brought millions of smiles across the AM dials
To all except the suckers underneath his dogpile

It's strange
If the pen beats a sword how about a radio
In flames
Over the microphone it's hellfire and brimstone

Hellfire and brimstone
Hellfire, hellfire and brimstone, hellfire

Hellfire, hellfire and brimstone, hellfire
He's mad as hell and he knows how to yell
Above all he knows how to sell
To keep butts in seats then get 'em out in the streets
His Nielsen ratings they cannot be beat

He's got a book with a swastika
It makes a pretty good prop
Lookout he's using technology to spread ideology
And some say he commands an army

It's strange
Satellite systems and televisions
In flames
Piped into your home it's hellfire and brimstone
Piped into in your home, hellfire and brimstone
Right there in your home
Hellfire, hellfire and brimstone
Burning, burning, burning, burning
Hellfire, hellfire and brimstone
Burning, burning, burning, burning
Hellfire, hellfire and brimstone
Everywhere I hear the sound of
Hellfire, hellfire and brimstone
Burning, burning, burning, burning
Hellfire, hellfire and brimstone