Lyrics Pack Your Bags Honey, We're Going to Hell - Santa Hates You

Pack Your Bags Honey, We're Going to Hell

I turn around
And burn the lair
No one’s at the hell
Devil may care
We’re off to a place, where it’s always sunny
Pack your bags honey, we’re going to hell!
Leave it all behind
Look ahead, don’t behind
When the sky turns pitch-black
It’s time to get back
We’re off to a place, where it’s always sunny
Pack your bags honey, we’re going to hell!
We’re going to waste
We feel ash-raised
We’re going to hell
Going to hell!
We’re going to waste
We feel ash-raised
We’re going to hell
Going to hell!
We’re going to waste
We feel ash-raised
We’re going to hell
Going to hell!
We’re going to waste
We feel ash-raised
We’re going to hell
Going to hell!
It’s time to let go
Of all this mess
Put on your party face
And dress to impress
We’re off to a place where it’s always sunny
Pack your bags honey, we’re going to hell!
We’re going to waste
We feel ash-raised
We’re going to hell
Going to hell!
We’re going to waste
We feel ash-raised
We’re going to hell
Going to hell!
What’s a little eternal damnation?
Compared to to drums of radiation
What’s a little eternal fire on the side
Compared to slaughter and genocide
What’s a little demonic ass spanking
Compared to starvation and investment banking
We’re off to a place where it’s always sunny
Pack your bags honey, we’re going to hell!
We’re going to waste
We feel ash-raised
We’re going to hell
Going to hell!
We’re going to waste
We feel ash-raised
We’re going to hell
Going to hell!
We’re going to waste
We feel ash-raised
We’re going to hell
Going to hell!
We’re going to waste
We feel ash-raised
We’re going to hell
Going to hell!