one I got a Hell for sale Come down, you won't believe it Hell for sale, you can buy it Hell for sale, I know you won't leave it Hell for sale So while
:] Hell for sale! come down you won't believe it Hell for sale! you can buy it Hell for sale! I know you won't leave it Hell for sale! So as you're here
Oversættelse: Heavens Gate. Helvede til salg!.
our mind War is eating us down to the bone we're lying here dying alone no point of view, a thorn in my eyes World's face is turning to stone [PRE-CHORUS
: [Words: Rettke] [Music: Rettke, Paeth, Bilski] From West L.A. to New York City cleaning dishes in the wallstreet hype miss liberty and golden gate
frozen feelings, that's the way I had to live You really like to take, but you don't give So what's the reason to live a life in hell You better listen
tribute and celebrate the lord [CHORUS:] He's the man he fights for law and order he's the man and standing one for all he's riding for our liberty beyond
Hell for sale! come down you won't believe it Hell for sale! you can buy it Hell for sale! I know you won't leave it Hell for sale! So as you're here
a beast Got another headache, and no bucks at least Where's my money gone? Over twenty condoms on the bedroom wall Stickin' on the carpet, waitin' for
shadowed and trapped like a spy there's always a story to sell [PRE-CHORUS:] Fairytales, born in a sick mind that never fails longing for rising sales
is still the same Always on the run from prosecution Kill for dimes and no one you can blame Memories are fading in the snow Springtime's far away in
Life's a piece of shit When you look at it Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true You'll see it's all a show Keep 'em laughing as you go Just remember
meant to be There's a shadow on my face Always telling me the better things of life It's time for me to leave this empty place Never knew what I was waiting for
take it all the night awakes, do you hear the call? [PRE-CHORUS:] Now the time has come and the spell is on the run waiting for a sign now we're on
for lively discussion No time for televised debates The well-meaning soon become the well meant It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates The gates, the gates
had eaten them for breakfast And bought all the property around her At a city called Vanity we stayed for the night Where one's every whim was catered for
