Hell's Kitchen
Down in the cellar where the rabies and the rats are free
Back wood boy had an inbred mother, lost his mind to an early disease
Digging in the dirt in an old graveyard where a body once rest in peace
Down to the cellars on the steps to hell on the tail of a devil's belief, yeah
Well momma's baby gonna cut you to the bone
'Cause I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Nowhere to go with the serpent dancing down below, yeah-yeah
I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Brought back the soul when the black bell rings and the burning that's down below
Yeah-yeah-yeah!
Eyes of evil caught me staring in disbelief
Butt of a gun, caught red handed, staring in on a dead man's thief
Seven miles from the nearest town, got strapped to a cold oak seat
Momma don't you lose your appetite when it's time for you to eat
Well momma's baby gonna cut you to the bone
'Cause I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Nowhere to go with the serpent dancing down below, yeah-yeah
I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Brought back the soul when the black bell rings and the burning that's down below
Yeah-yeah-yeah!
Uh! Uh! Uh! Burn in hell
Daddy's come home, don't look like he's all there
Bitter smell of Cajun stew bleeds through the midnight air
Well momma's baby gonna cut you to the bone
'Cause I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Nowhere to go with the serpent dancing down below, yeah-yeah
I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Brought back the soul when the black bell rings and the burning that's down below
Yeah-yeah-yeah!
Hell (hell) hell's kitchen
I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Back wood boy had an inbred mother, lost his mind to an early disease
Digging in the dirt in an old graveyard where a body once rest in peace
Down to the cellars on the steps to hell on the tail of a devil's belief, yeah
Well momma's baby gonna cut you to the bone
'Cause I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Nowhere to go with the serpent dancing down below, yeah-yeah
I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Brought back the soul when the black bell rings and the burning that's down below
Yeah-yeah-yeah!
Eyes of evil caught me staring in disbelief
Butt of a gun, caught red handed, staring in on a dead man's thief
Seven miles from the nearest town, got strapped to a cold oak seat
Momma don't you lose your appetite when it's time for you to eat
Well momma's baby gonna cut you to the bone
'Cause I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Nowhere to go with the serpent dancing down below, yeah-yeah
I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Brought back the soul when the black bell rings and the burning that's down below
Yeah-yeah-yeah!
Uh! Uh! Uh! Burn in hell
Daddy's come home, don't look like he's all there
Bitter smell of Cajun stew bleeds through the midnight air
Well momma's baby gonna cut you to the bone
'Cause I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Nowhere to go with the serpent dancing down below, yeah-yeah
I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Brought back the soul when the black bell rings and the burning that's down below
Yeah-yeah-yeah!
Hell (hell) hell's kitchen
I'm in hell (hell) hell's kitchen
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Clarke, Julius Ulrich
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