Pack Your Bags Honey, We’re Going to Hell! Songtext
von Santa Hates You

I turn around and burn the lair
No one′s at the helm, devil-may-care
We're off to a place where it′s always sunny
Pack your bags, honey, we're going to Hell

Leave it all behind, look ahead, don't rewind
When the sky turns pitch-black, it′s time to get back
We′re off to a place where it's always sunny
Pack your bags, honey, we′re going to Hell

We're going to waste with feverish haste
We′re going to Hell, going to Hell
We're going to waste with feverish haste
We′re going to Hell, going to Hell

We're going to waste with feverish haste
We're going to Hell, going to Hell
We′re going to waste with feverish haste
We′re going to Hell, going to Hell


It's time to let go of all this mess
Put on your party face and dress to impress
We′re off to a place where it's always sunny
Pack your bags, honey, we′re going to Hell

We're going to waste with feverish haste
We′re going to Hell, going to Hell
We're going to waste with feverish haste
We're going to Hell, going to Hell

What′s a little eternal damnation
Compared to drums of radiation?
What′s a little eternal fire on the side
Compared to slaughter and genocide?
What's a little demonic ass spanking
Compared to starvation and investment banking?

We′re off to a place where it's always sunny
Pack your bags, honey, we′re going to Hell

We're going to waste with feverish haste
We′re going to Hell, going to Hell
We're going to waste with feverish haste
We're going to Hell, going to Hell