You yodel well and your pickin swell
You play so hard for the folks in hell
But they can't see nothin...
Nothin at all

Chains to the legs, bolts to the ground
"You boys ain't leaving till this crowd turns around"
They don't hear nothin...
Nothin at all

The colder the nights, the hotter the lights
Your sweat drips down and the crowd starts fist fights
They hear nothin...
Nothin at all

But the air on the 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 the sweat in our eyes

Well we played till we died and now we're all dead
But the man says, "You gotta get up there again
And you can't come down till the brimstone turns to ice"

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But the air on the 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 the sweat in our eyes

Well we played till we died and now we're all dead
But the man says, "You gotta get up there again
And you can't come down till 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 can't hear nothin...
Nothin at all

Welcome to hell, ladies and gents
We sinned and fell, no time to repent
We can't hear nothin...
Nothin at all

Yeah we can't hear nothin...
Nothin at all


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Ballad for Beelzebub song meanings
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