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Those Poor Bastards – Gates Of Hell lyrics
Tap tap tapping on my window
The long black fingernails of sorrow
Why don't you go crawl back to God and rot there?
I don't want to see you 'round here not anymore
The gates of hell are dark and grim
Encircled by a moat of sin
Do you think the pain is worth it?
Bind your lungs inside that corset
This day this week this month cannot be tolerated
Falling in this burning pit I thought we hated
The gates of hell are dark and grim
Encircled by a moat of sin
Companions I got none can't you tell?
The jackals charmed 'em with their roadkill
Don't you ever wonder why we are all trapped here?
Don't you want to wander somewhere there's still danger?
The gates of hell are dark and grim
Encircled by a moat of sin
Sometimes folks just need to suffer
It makes 'em mean it makes 'em tougher
Take this plow and plow away it just don't matter
Put that pillow on my face so I can breathe sir
The gates of hell are dark and grim
Encircled by a moat of sin
The long black fingernails of sorrow
Why don't you go crawl back to God and rot there?
I don't want to see you 'round here not anymore
The gates of hell are dark and grim
Encircled by a moat of sin
Do you think the pain is worth it?
Bind your lungs inside that corset
This day this week this month cannot be tolerated
Falling in this burning pit I thought we hated
The gates of hell are dark and grim
Encircled by a moat of sin
Companions I got none can't you tell?
The jackals charmed 'em with their roadkill
Don't you ever wonder why we are all trapped here?
Don't you want to wander somewhere there's still danger?
The gates of hell are dark and grim
Encircled by a moat of sin
Sometimes folks just need to suffer
It makes 'em mean it makes 'em tougher
Take this plow and plow away it just don't matter
Put that pillow on my face so I can breathe sir
The gates of hell are dark and grim
Encircled by a moat of sin
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