Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Something Diabolical , by - Bloodhound Gang. Song from the album Hefty Fine, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 31.12.2004
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Something Diabolical |
| Eventide rise for ritual |
| With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will |
| Roar forth steer the dead leave forced |
| Driven by fear shift gears veer towards |
| The foolishly equipped swift these |
| Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt |
| Reflect upon the way beyond redemption |
| Let the necronometer beckon for the destined |
| Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden |
| Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted |
| Each tormented attempt that is made in vain |
| To evade this debt which is certain to be paid |
| Without question is met with a counterclocked surge |
| In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were |
| All heard by a clutch engaged |
| Over trails blazed to the western gates |
| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side |
| Something diabolical |
| Idle hands are bound for the |
| Damned once sam went down to georgia |
| Speed was forged of the divine salt |
| Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost |
| Named as those sought as faults rests beneath |
| The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech |
| Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion |
| A false witness with the sensed end is brought |
| To bended knees when abandoned belief in The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends |
| Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed |
| Reposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve |
| Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention |
| The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension |
| Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil |
| Barreling down this mortal coil |
| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides |
| Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side |
| Something diabolical |
| Tonight belongs to him |
| Tonight belongs to him |
| Tonight belongs to him |
| Tonight belongs to him |
| To him |
| To him |
| To him |
| To him |