Текст: Saint Vitus. Mournful Cries. Shooting Gallery.

Last night I went to Hell

Of the stench of death
The tenement, it smelled


The shooting gallerie's breath

I saw women and men


Kill themselves again and again

They make their own disease
And the end they will not see



Yesterday I had a girl

To me, she meant all the world

Until the needle filled her arm

Now she fills me with alarm

Tombstone graves fill her eyes


She looks at me with mad despise
I pitty her destiny

Now she's only hating me



They say that they don't care at all

The world is fucking sad



On that point I agree with them

But nothing is that bad

Poison disease, eating through their minds


They will never see the end of the line

I will never understand why they do it to themselves

Why they choose a life that so resembles Hell



Now I stand in pouring rain


At a friend's funeral again
Tears fill my eyes


He lived a tortured life
And as I walk away
I see another stray


It seems so sad to me
Stumbling down the street




[Repeat chorus]