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Ballad for Beelzebub - lyrics

Yodel well, and your pickings swell
And you play so hard for the folks in Hell
And they can't see nothing
Nothin' at all

Chains to the legs, bolts to the ground
"You boys ain't leaving 'til this crowd turns around"
They don't hear nothing
Nothing at all

The colder the night, the hotter the lights
Your sweat drips down and the crowd
starts fist
fights
They hear nothing
Nothing at all

But the air on stage is burning our lungs
And we're all going deaf from the
beating
drums
And you can't see a thing for all the
blood
And sweat in our eyes

Yeah we played 'til we died, and now
we're all
dead,
But the man says "You gotta get up there
again
And you can't come down 'til the
brimstone
turns to ice"

4 beat harmonica solo

But the air on stage is burning our lungs
And we're all going deaf from the
beating
drums
And you can't see a thing for all the
blood
And sweat in our eyes

Yeah we played 'til we died, and now
we're all
dead,
But the man says "You gotta get up there
again
And you can't come down 'til the
brimstone
turns to ice"
And you can't sing a note for the dust in
your
throat
We're running on empty and the bands
lost all
hope
'Cause they hear nothing
Nothing at all
Welcome to hell, ladies and gent's
You sinned and fell, no time to repent
And you can't hear nothing
Nothing at all
No you can't hear nothing
Nothing ... at ... alllll.....

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