| Song | Hellsville |
| Artist | The Legendary Pink Dots |
| Album | Crushed Velvet Apocalypse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ka-Spel | |
| Fixing on a lonely star on 4 Avengers morning, on the blood | |
| stained steps of Hope, forgotten, carrying our cross like | |
| guilty children waiting 'til our father's home. He'll crack | |
| our backs, he'll break our bones. His iron rod will comb | |
| the hair that stiffens on our spines. We walk defeated | |
| in a line. Our one release is in the fiery furnace . . . Take | |
| us swiftly, take us now to Hellsville (Bells peal! Roll | |
| the barrel . . . Down the pills.) But still we'll never die | |
| because we cannot pay enough. Our sweet Lord may be | |
| merciful, but he likes to play things tough. And HELL | |
| is where the action is. They came from lonely stars in | |
| search of wholesome entertainment. We're the stars! We're | |
| the stars that line the stage--the attraction of the | |
| ages. Buy a ticket, feel our pain. God, it's outrageous! | |
| It's a scream in Hellsville. |
| zuo ci : KaSpel | |
| Fixing on a lonely star on 4 Avengers morning, on the blood | |
| stained steps of Hope, forgotten, carrying our cross like | |
| guilty children waiting ' til our father' s home. He' ll crack | |
| our backs, he' ll break our bones. His iron rod will comb | |
| the hair that stiffens on our spines. We walk defeated | |
| in a line. Our one release is in the fiery furnace . . . Take | |
| us swiftly, take us now to Hellsville Bells peal! Roll | |
| the barrel . . . Down the pills. But still we' ll never die | |
| because we cannot pay enough. Our sweet Lord may be | |
| merciful, but he likes to play things tough. And HELL | |
| is where the action is. They came from lonely stars in | |
| search of wholesome entertainment. We' re the stars! We' re | |
| the stars that line the stagethe attraction of the | |
| ages. Buy a ticket, feel our pain. God, it' s outrageous! | |
| It' s a scream in Hellsville. |
| zuò cí : KaSpel | |
| Fixing on a lonely star on 4 Avengers morning, on the blood | |
| stained steps of Hope, forgotten, carrying our cross like | |
| guilty children waiting ' til our father' s home. He' ll crack | |
| our backs, he' ll break our bones. His iron rod will comb | |
| the hair that stiffens on our spines. We walk defeated | |
| in a line. Our one release is in the fiery furnace . . . Take | |
| us swiftly, take us now to Hellsville Bells peal! Roll | |
| the barrel . . . Down the pills. But still we' ll never die | |
| because we cannot pay enough. Our sweet Lord may be | |
| merciful, but he likes to play things tough. And HELL | |
| is where the action is. They came from lonely stars in | |
| search of wholesome entertainment. We' re the stars! We' re | |
| the stars that line the stagethe attraction of the | |
| ages. Buy a ticket, feel our pain. God, it' s outrageous! | |
| It' s a scream in Hellsville. |