Outskirts Of Hell
Lucifer's Kids? Are you ready?
Throw the fucking top down, arms at the ready
Keep your hands up and march to the drums
Watch them drop at the sound of our guns
Bang bang bang, Got another one down
Funny how they look when they're crawling on the ground
Listen to them call out to their fucking God
Wanna take 'em to the lake i'm gonna drown them in the bog
I'll give you a tune to groove to
While we're on the outskirts of Hell
They're building closets from coffins to house all their sins
They dress up their make up, They do it for him
Coma-doof flames burning up ahead
Kill or be killed, we gotta keep the boys fed
Lust for murder and a thirst for blood
The worst of the worst and the devil's own son
Keep your distance, keep far away
Or your blood on the ground with your organs we'll pave
We'll steal that light before they hit the flames
Welcome one and all to Lucifer's Cage
I'll give you a tune to groove to
While we're on the outskirts of Hell
They're building closets from coffins to house all their sins
They dress up their make up, They do it for him
Throw the fucking top down, arms at the ready
Keep your hands up and march to the drums
Watch them drop at the sound of our guns
Bang bang bang, Got another one down
Funny how they look when they're crawling on the ground
Listen to them call out to their fucking God
Wanna take 'em to the lake i'm gonna drown them in the bog
I'll give you a tune to groove to
While we're on the outskirts of Hell
They're building closets from coffins to house all their sins
They dress up their make up, They do it for him
Coma-doof flames burning up ahead
Kill or be killed, we gotta keep the boys fed
Lust for murder and a thirst for blood
The worst of the worst and the devil's own son
Keep your distance, keep far away
Or your blood on the ground with your organs we'll pave
We'll steal that light before they hit the flames
Welcome one and all to Lucifer's Cage
I'll give you a tune to groove to
While we're on the outskirts of Hell
They're building closets from coffins to house all their sins
They dress up their make up, They do it for him
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Croman
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