| Let’s all go to Hades, on a tricked out bullet train
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| As our glasses overflow with French champagne
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| Let’s all go to paradise on a supersonic jet
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| We’ll drink German beer, roll our own cigarettes
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| When all the world has gone insane
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| And filled you up with all it’s pain
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| When all you want to do is fucking scream
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| Do you know what I mean?
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| Let’s all go to gay Paris and lay a rose at the Bataclan
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| We’ll sing «Killed By Death"as we stand arm in arm
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| Then we’ll head to Istanbul on the Orient Express
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| Wear your biker leather, you’re not overdressed
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| Let’s all go, take everyone we know
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| Jame them all insane the black Mercedes
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| Let’s all ride, 'till everyone is fried
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| Let’s have a ball, let’s all go to Hades
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| The sleeper cars are quite affordable, clean
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| They’re on the hot side, if you know what I mean
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| Our staff is trained, to be the finest and well
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| Last stop, all get off… see you in hell
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| All you motherfuckers check you guns at the door
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| Let’s all go down to Hades, on a tricked out bullet train
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| Let’s all go to Hades, just the same
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| Let’s all go to paradise on a supersonic jet
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| Let’s all go to paradise, not yet |