Down To The Devil

Roaming the plains Where a number is your name In a palace And you'll never fin the door Oh look into the mirror Is it what you wanna see Or just a cuddy toy The vogue has washed the ashore No I don't care what you say Into the darkness I plough my way I'm striking out for paradise To be the one I am We're going down to the devil We are striking out for paradise To bedlam below - down to the devil The mad parade is coming home Can't you hear the sound As they make the hammer pound Rusty nails into a coffin of you size To bury you alive You mature until you're ripe Then they reap you When you're beautiful enough In their eyes They lurk to wall in your belief Put up glass ceilings that you can't see To break down the freak They don't you to be We're going down to the devil We are striking out for paradise To bedlam below - down to the devil The mad parade is coming home We're going down to the devil We are striking out for paradise To bedlam below - down to the devil The mad parade is coming home We're going down to the devil We are striking out for paradise To bedlam below - down to the devil The mad parade is coming home We're going down to the devil We are striking out for paradise