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Don't tell me what you've done
Cus I don't wanna know
You say it's not so hard
Just let your conscience go
You're flashing me that politicians grin
You got your image squeaky clean
You've such a fetching smile
But my what sharp teeth
We're going to hell, we're going to hell
We're going to hell, we're going to hell
So show me some remorse
Show me a little guilt
Don't tell me we're just animals
Awaiting our next kill
I've been disciplined by religion, by fear
So I can't quite seem to keep my thought pure
I've a hunger for the deviant
And a thirst far worse
We're going to hell, we're going to hell
We're going to hell, we're going to hell my friends
So what's that something sinister inside
We act so civilized
Devils in tuxedos
Our sorted hearts are far too hard to hide
What's that 'neath the floorboards?
Boom boom
Boom boom
Boom boom
We're going to hell, we're going to hell
We're going to hell, we're going to hell