Well this is our finest hour It's the death rattle of flower power Come on baby, take a chance with us Take a little ride on the Black Bus The Black
's a church across the street... Let's spray-paint the walls! We're raging in your face like a...live wire You can feel the heat of Electric Hellfire
Here come the woman With the look in her eye Raised on leather With flesh on her mind Words as weapons sharper than knives Makes you wonder how the other
Do you remember when... We fell from grace and were cast out of Heaven? Our paradise denied God-forsaken for the sin of pride The chosen few, the tribes
horizon... As the sky grows dark they advise you Close your windows, lock your doors - You've never seen one like this before Source of all creation... the electric
There's a place I'd like to find, somewhere in the center of my mind Where sweet euphoric flowers grow, in every color of the rainbow As you close your
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust Everything's falling to pieces now Shattered like a broken trust An epitaph can never be erased They always show their
Standing on the beach with a gun in my hand Staring at the sea, staring at the sand Staring down the barrel at the Arab on the ground I can see his open
A hound of Hell on a long, long leash Can you count the number of this beast? Mr. 44 Every time I pull my trigger The Devil's work is done Hellfire and
he sewed his eyes shut because he is afraid to see he tries to tell me what I put inside of me he got the answers to ease my curiosity he dreamed a god
always spell Satan with a dollar sign If there's anything I want I just make it mine To walk the line between success and disaster To gain the favor
Take a message to my father Tell him I have returned That I now embrace this lonely place And the family I spurned I have lived a life of sin Debauched
waiting for? Why don't you set your mind on fire? And open up the door.... Throw caution to the wind Strike reason from the rhyme Electric Hellfire is
They say the Devil is alive and well In Northport, Long Island A sleepy town turned upside down By a little Satanic violence Ricky was the Acid King A
Carnal secrets of passion and pain are told In a torture garden where violence is golden Where the flowers of Evil grow With each transgression more seeds
S-A-T-A-N he's our man, hey! S-A-T-A-N he's our man, hey! S-A-T-A-N he's our man, hey! S-A-T-A-N he's our man, hey! You know I just can't describe the
The human flock is bleating... thier mindless, pointless feeding makes them fat and lazy... thier minds get dull and hazy sick and pathetic, the weak
Until you open up your eyes and see your god is dead God is dead...Satan lives! God is dead...Satan lives! This is the new Way...Hail Hellfire! This
