Roll Me Through the Gates of Hell

I am a leader, but you will not follow me

I ain't no preacher, for I'm full of blasphemy

See you in Hell, boys

See you in Hell, boys

Hey!

Like an angel who'd been dancing with some devils

I'm a bad girl with a hope for better day

My laughter is spiced with mischief

I won't toss salt, kiss it up, or pray

When you offer pink or blue, I'll take the blackest

When you offer only two, I'll offer three

When you point me in a direction, I'll run backwards

And at the border of Utopia, I'll toast to anarchy

'Cause fire and rock, I'm coming home to you

Well, I'm picking the bones out of my dinner stew

Open up the gates of Hell, and roll me through

Fire and rock, I'm coming home to you

I am a leader, but you will not follow me

I ain't no preacher, for I'm full of blasphemy

See you in Hell, boys

See you in Hell, boys

Hey!

So you're saying Satan's army is rising up, soon?

Well, if it is, I'm secretary of no state (no state)

Got riches, rocks, and bottles in my tool pouch

My desire is societies jail bait

'Cause there's tons of guys moping about the workday

Dimes by the dozens, their song weighs a thousand pounds

But there's nothing like a lady with a buzz saw

I just might build your house, but I just might tear it down

'Cause fire and rock, I'm coming home to you

Well, I'm picking the bones out of my dinner stew

Open up the gates of Hell, and roll me through

Fire and rock, I'm coming home to you

I am a leader, but you will not follow me

I ain't no preacher, for I'm full of blasphemy

See you in Hell, boys

See you in Hell, boys

(Ha-ha-ha-ha, whoa!)

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, whoa!)

(Whoa, ha-ha-ha-ha)

Yes, barkeeper, we'll surely have another

To the witches, to the goblins, and the trolls

I'll be coming to recruit your rebel children

There ain't no use in locking doors

There's one of me in every hole

With mud on my boots, and blood on my jeans

I'll take those pretty dresses, tear 'em at the seams

Roll me through the gate of Hell, ah please

And I'll be back in your daughter's dreams

I am a leader, but you will not follow me

I ain't no preacher, for I'm full of blasphemy

See you in Hell, boys

See you in Hell, see you in Hell, boys

See you in Hell, see you in Hell, boys

(Ha-ha, whoa! Whoa!)

(Whoa! Ha-ha-ha, yeah)