listen close though my words won't bode wellnmany a rumor's found my earn(do tell, do tell, do tell)nthe watchmen caught word that murder's been afootnand for these careless criminal they lookn(they look, they look, they look)nnso far and far and far and we'll flynwe'll find, we'll find, we'll find a new place to hidennto Satan, Lord Satan, we kindly trust our fatesnFather God has failed us though we prayedn(we prayed, we prayed, we prayed)nwith profit, rape and murder we will blaze our trailnfrom grave to bar from Heaven to Hell)n(to Hell, to Hell, to Hell)nnwe swam the stench of death and decaynwe walked the waves and sankn(we sank, we sank, we sank)ninto the pit and out of the airnwe'll see you, see you, see you there!