Roaming the plainsWhere a number is your nameIn a palaceAnd you’ll never fin the doorOh look into the mirrorIs it what you wanna seeOr just a cuddy toyThe vogue has washed the shoreNo I don’t care what you sayInto the darkness I plough my wayI’m striking out for paradiseTo be the one I amWe’re going down to the devilWe are striking out for paradiseTo bedlam below – down to the devilThe mad parade is coming homeCan’t you hear the soundAs they make the hammer poundRusty nailsInto a coffin of your sizeTo bury you aliveYou mature until you’re ripeThen they reap youWhen you’re beautiful enoughIn their eyesThey lurk to wall in your beliefPut up glass ceilings that you can’t seeTo break down the freakThey don’t want you to beHere’s your invitation, your instigationYour damnation to the hellfire club