Hellsong - Lyrics - Urthboy

Everybody come on (let's go, let's go, let's go) Everybody throw your hands right up in the sky (throw 'em up, come on) Let's go, let's go, let's go Even your grandma and your grandad Distant relatives you never knew you had, never kept tabs To the far-fetched friends either ends of the map Whatever goes, everybody knows that And to the party crowd, every week they turn it out They work their fingers to the bone, they deserve it now And when the big tune drops hear the floor shout When we get the call out, we all out Everybody come on, we all out According to the people The people that resemble Disciples of the temple, yeah We're all going to hell We're all going to hell We're all going to hell We're all going to hell We'll be joined by agnostic and atheists And loop cuckoo cults across the Earth's radius The brightest of the bright will be coupled with the shadiest Workaholics condemned to pens with the laziest The passive and the ropable, no hoper and the Notable, forgettable and the uh, the quotable The centre of attention to barely audible Not even any privileges for the laudable What Ben Lee meant, with we're all in this together On the high road to hell, we're birds of a feather Nothing can unite us like endeavours to the nether Bureaucrats lobbying Lucifer with a letter I swear Satan will get sick of it quick Leavin the evilest of evil even thinking to quit To the tune of Kenny G playin saxophone licks Thinking hell has really gone to *** Oh, ***! According to the people The people that resemble Disciples of the temple, yeah According to the people The people that resemble Disciples of the temple We're all going to hell We're all going to hell We're all going to hell We're all going to hell The Gallagher brothers are hanging with the brothers Grimm Church choir mingling with them that never sung a hymn The pope and all the endlessly devoted under him, fellas That lived to the fullest to them that died wondering And all the underlings, up to the chief Execs, the celibates that never had great sex Are getting cosy with the X X X, the devil accepts all Creatures great and small (yes he will take your call) The booking agent, label rep and manager Professional promoters hard to pick from amateurs They had to pick from anarchists who're hard to pick From lawyers that are lining up for damages (isn't it all fabulous?) Whatever happened to happily ever after Obama and Bin Laden, gathering clouds darken It's not the way it was supposed to be "Don't stand so close to me!" Everybody c'mon All in the fold There'll be a bright Future for all Everybody c'mon All in the fold There'll be a bright Future for all We're all goin to hell We're all goin to hell We're all goin to hell We're all goin to hell