I lie awake while the gods are sleeping, I trust in death as the only real thing I denied god two times and twenty years ago, I believe in things you
gotta do what it takes to become the hellhound send that package of badass blitz down your fucking spine you've gotta know gotta flow to sing sing sing
got a ticket to ride Light's out, there's a spooky voice, light's out, for the devils choice Hell high... [Chorus:] I'm on the helltrain now, all night
born on the bayou true country hillbilly style i come ride to see you two bags of booze it's a couple of miles don't keep me waitin' i'll be dancin'
There's this southern snake, 50 feet and heavy as hate Long time gone for man to see, true devil's servant, kill you and me [Pre-chorus:] I'm the venom
went out walkin' to this bastard tune met this bright guy one good day in june i was even he was steven well he told me that i better start believin'
my little stars while you're sleepin' i watch you grow i'd love to keep you but i know i have to let you go when you're cryin' i dry your eyes i love
We're in a state without action, now these kids want some satisfaction Wanna keep on rocking all night long, having some fun, breaking some bones Fat
put on your boots sex and shout to hell with all the dreams that i've been taught to build it around i'm like a sleepwalker talkin' a real badass doin
hey fuckhead release that chokehold hey dickhead you're really fat and really bold oh it's rot 'n' roll serving satan 'til we're really old take it
Pedal to the metal, led on my feet, enginge roaring, turn up the heat A roadrace to hell, on crashcourse with sin, a package of spells, bet and you'll
There's a circle of claws and a sharks shaped jaws Go for the kill before paying the bill You'd better watch your back - wear the wizard's hat It's coming
Damage done and the seventh son, holy hell we are sleepless Comatose red in the serpent's bed, hell we are dying in fever Dinner's served on silver
leave it out out of nowhere right? i hear them bitchin' i just don't wanna fight and i don't wanna go feelin' that i just might leave it and i'm one
Slowly wake to face another day Hell, I can't escape Can someone tell me what is going on? Working for pennies, singing a song [Chorus:] Like in wasteland
for faithful servants, hound dogs come fine just for sin [Pre-chorus:] Come join now with the helltrain coven, satans party-crew Come join now with the helltrain
speaking of tells between heaven and hell i have a demon in my forehead when damage is done i am the seventh son feeling like the living dead i'm going
I'd better step into my boots - keep shocking, a box of red wine keeps my head up rocking A big pack of kicks and I'll go again You'd better start to
