Lyrics to S.O.S.

There is a place down in the South where a host of demons

dwell

It's a product of your nightmares - Dante's worst vision

of hell

They'll torture you with briefings 'til your will to live

is gone

They'll take five weeks of your short life and flush it

down the john



It's a harvester of evil

That no one can control

And it's here to take your soul

Don't try to fight it

There's nothing you can do

S.O.S. is coming for you



The leadership instruction only Satan could devise

One whiff of this shit and you will want to gouge out

both your eyes

Scream about it all you want you'll only waste your

breath

Between this and death by bonga bonga you'll choose death



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