See the devil’s children
Hopping one-way rides
Congregating in the chapel
Under black-mass skies

Cloaked in velvet
Shrouds of wine
Snuff out cigarettes
On their homemade shrine

Weekend rabble-rousers
Reining in their holy mess
Leave a fire burning
At the hearth of the rat’s nest

Time to pay the piper
For the false hope that he’s wrought
But that beast, he is a liar
Stealing something never lost

Wasted youth and turmoil
A thirst quick to be slated
They’ll miss the slaughter when it’s gone
The one they once hated

And it’s a long way
Sure is a long way down
And it’s a long way, yeah
Sure is a long way down