Take a look at these boys
They want to play with unholy toys
Six strings from hell
They are the jesters of all good hope
Swinging on at the end of the rope
Of the big wild bell
The sound of the boys is so loud
The sweetest of whispers right now
No sign of a Sun for the screaming messiah
Come fetch your hungry bones
It's eating your soul
Six strings from hell
The devil's at play in rock'n'roll
With a babyface such as mine
There ain’t no girl who will show me a good time
I need some black voodoo
The boys on the other hand shine
Like a knife in the hand of a crazy man
Six strings from hell
The sound of the boys is so loud
The sweetest of whispers right now
No sign of a Sun for the screaming messiah
Come fetch your hungry bones
It's eating your soul
Six strings from hell
The devil's at play in rock'n'roll
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