Welcome to Hell (Explicit) - black midi

Lyrics by：Geordie Greep

Composed by：Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson

Listen

The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking on the streets tonight

Listen

The soft purr of motorbikes

Are ready to strike up the night alight

So don't tell me of your troubles your emotional grief

Take in the sights this is shore leave

Don't talk of true love unscrew your frown

Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town

Experience the red rooms the green tables the souvenirs

Make memories haunting or fabled

The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry instilled in basic training

By standing in line today

You secure a place among the saints

Go get them son now your life begins

To die for your country does not win a war

To kill for your country is what wins a war

Don't tell your name don't ask for hers

In this land of oysters you are the world

The painless plainness of military life

Resumes tomorrow night

If not for you it would've been cholera

Malaria or some eastern disease

Forget about it son a slap is all you need

We did it all we seen it all

And worse much worse son

The massacres of ages too many to recall

Limbs rendered birds by the speed they flew off

A soup nothingness that once was your best friend

Motherless children and temptress widows

The wild the useless the dead the untameable

Shivering **** don't stain this street

Lucky I don't shoot you on the spot

Our bullets were made for men like you

The impotent idiots God forgot

Tonight you decide which corner takes residence

Which room looms forever in your mind

But now you're on your own we don't need men like you

Tonight you decide which corner takes residence

Which room looms forever in your mind

But now you're on your own we don't need men like you

Private Tristan Bongo hereby discharged