Ballad For Beelzebub (2009 - The Serpent And The Crow)
Yodel well, and your pickings swell And you play so hard for the folks in Hell And they can't see nothing ...Nothin' at all
Chains to the legs, bolts to the ground "You boys ain't leaving 'til this crowd turns around" They don't hear nothing ...Nothing at all
The colder the night, the hotter the lights Your sweat drips down and the crowd starts fist-fights They hear nothing ...Nothing at all
But the air on stage is burning our lungs And we're all going deaf from the beating drums And you can't see a thing for all the blood And sweat in our eyes
Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead, But the man says "You gotta get up there again And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice"
[4 beat harmonica solo]
But the air on stage is burning our lungs And we're all going deaf from the beating drums And you can't see a thing for all the blood And sweat in our eyes
Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead, But the man says "You gotta get up there again And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice"
And you can't sing a note for the dust in your throat We're running on empty and the bands lost all hope 'Cause they hear nothing ...Nothing at all
Welcome to hell, ladies and gent's You sinned and fell, no time to repent And you can't hear nothing ...Nothing at all
No you can't hear nothing Nothing ... at ... alllll.....