Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holiday In Hell, artist - Dan Bull.
Date of issue: 06.07.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Holiday In Hell |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here into fear |
I need to leave heaven, my tenancy’s in rent arrears |
And I’ve a tendency for temper, see, my empathy |
Is temporary as every entity I meet that interferes |
So it appears, I need a break, believe it, mate |
Set your alarm for seven or half-past because we’ll be leaving at eight |
Don’t leave it late, we won’t wait to start the party, popping off |
Bottletops, and every one of them is a molotov |
Bloody hell — it’s fun as hell, now burn in hell |
If I keep firing rounds my gun is going to melt |
Can you tell why it’s called a burner now? |
Don’t make me spell it out, you heard me now |
Spend the summer in hell, there’s really nothing to tell |
And so I booked a motel down in the furnace of hell |
Yeah, I’ve just come here to chill, and look for something to kill |
Because the summertime has nothing on the furnace of hell |
Got to check in to a spot where the weather is hot |
I thought I’d packed my factor fifty, but I guess I forgot |
I’m going to get burnt up so badly you daren’t look |
Unlike my thermostat, I’m turnt up, and ready to bare knuckle |
Booking a bed and breakfast up in another dimension, what an adventure |
But d’you remember? The road to hell is paved with stuff that’ll end ya |
So travel with caution, or feel agony more than trapping your foreskin |
No wonder the travel insurance for this all’s an absolute fortune |
There’s an appalling, lack of precautions, also, here’s a question |
When was the last time one of the staff performed a risk assessment? |
And where can I access toilets, or just pause to get refreshments? |
How can a tourist trap so notorious, lack a freaking restaurant? |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here into fear |
I got no phone signal, need to reach an engineer |
I’m sorry, I can’t reply to my email now |
I’m away 'till friday — I’m on holiday in hell |
Spend the summer in hell, there’s really nothing to tell |
And so I booked a motel down in the furnace of hell |
Yeah, I’ve just come here to chill, and look for something to kill |
Because the summertime has nothing on the furnace of hell |
I move at a leisurely pace, but as soon as I get in the place |
I’m unloading a load of lead in your face, you better be grateful, |
better say grace |
'Cause me and erasing malevolent demons team together like treble and bass |
Seven and eight, Eminem, Dre, devil and angel, lemon and ade, so |
Let me cut to the chase, whatever the case, I’m ending your days |
Basically I came to see how much hell I can raise simply vacationing |
Breaking the masonry — the way I’m dividing bricks |
Violent prick who’s blaming the latency, every time I miss the major key |
It’s a minor blip got to time my clicks, wait, let me tie my kicks |
'K, fixed, yay, amazing you with the way I’m rhyming this great |
Narcissistic artist, sick guitarist, guys, you’re clickbait |
So I’ll obliterate anyone in my path after this quick break |
It’s only half a star on trip advisor |
We’re holidaying in hades — ooh wow |
Look at this price, I couldn’t find anything nicer |
Look, I’m not complaining, I’m loving hell |
Spend the summer in hell, there’s really nothing to tell |
And so I booked a motel down in the furnace of hell |
Yeah, I’ve just come here to chill, and look for something to kill |
Because the summertime has nothing on the furnace of hell |