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You wanted power and you begged for fame
You wanted everything the easy way
You wanted gain without pain
Now your bills is in the mail
You got stronger but your mind got weak
You made a promise you couldn't keep
You had it all - You lost more
It's all there in the fee
Via hell incorporated (regeneration)
1st you love it then you hate it (you're such a saint)
And now you're never gonna make it (bad situation)
Get on get on down
there's hell to pay 'cause
The devil is a loser and he's my bitch
For better or for worse and you don't care which
The devil is a loser and he's my bitch
Runnin' into trouble you skitch
He's my bitch
You wanted riches and license to kill
You got poverty and then you got ill
You got poor and you lost your will
All your dreams unfulfilled
I get my kicks when you blow your fuse
No-one got killed but that's no excuse
Hands up, I let you know when it's done
I've got the only gun
And there were no refunds
Just failing guarantees
"Confess your sins, son"
Said the preacher on TV
You got yourself some greasepaint
Set of white and black
All you got was laughter and
Gene Simmons on your back
Great song. I've made all my friends listen to it and it's very funny to hear them randomly start singing it. If only a radio station in the US would play it....
Looks like these lyrics are incomplete. The full lyrics are:
You wanted power and you begged for fame You wanted everything the easy way You wanted gain without pain Now your bills is in the mail You got stronger but your mind got weak You made a promise you couldn't keep You had it all - You lost more It's all there in the fee
Via hell incorporated (regeneration) 1st you love it then you hate it (you're such a saint) And now you're never gonna make it (bad situation) Get on get on down there's hell to pay 'cause
The devil is a loser and he's my bitch For better or for worse and you don't care which The devil is a loser and he's my bitch Runnin' into trouble you skitch He's my bitch
You wanted riches and license to kill You got poverty and then you got ill You got poor and you lost your will All your dreams unfulfilled I get my kicks when you blow your fuse No-one got killed but that's no excuse Hands up, I let you know when it's done I've got the only gun
And there were no refunds Just failing guarantees "Confess your sins, son" Said the preacher on TV
You got yourself some greasepaint Set of white and black All you got was laughter and Gene Simmons on your back
Great song. I've made all my friends listen to it and it's very funny to hear them randomly start singing it. If only a radio station in the US would play it....