Satan’s Little Hell Song Songtext
von The Toxhards

How you doin′? How you doin'?
Welcome to my home
Do you like it?
You′re my guest here
And it's time to atone

You're looking like an angel
Looking like a saint
Yeah, you′re looking like a little Annabelle
But behind that mask
Is a cynical face
And I know that you know that well


Set me on fire in a crowded room
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
And I burn so bright
And I burn so pretty
Take a picture, I′ll sign my name

Well you ain't Dick Cheney, but you still kinda suck
You got a certain kind of je ne sais quoi
But it ain′t your fault
No, it's never your fault
You should have stayed up in your dead daddy′s balls

The prophets come and the prophets go
Shut them out if they don't speak the truth
Someone in this room got a message from God
But boy, I don′t think it's you