A ruthless grin entices me,
Up, over and within.
They’re inviting me to their party
And I’m allowed to stroll right in.
Because around here I am special,
Around here I am known.
My sick and twisted mind and body
Are embossed on everything they own.
There is alcohol in the corner.
Drugs fill several rooms.
Hookers, money and rock and roll
Are empowered by the fumes.
The walls are made of fire,
The doors are all around.
The corridors are never-ending,
The ceiling is on the ground.
For this place is whatever you want it to be,
It’s my purgatory, my heaven, my hell.
I sit and sip on my drug-infested drink,
Being the celebrity girl.
I am surrounded by the zombies,
The skeletons and the dead ones.
The mutants and the boogie men,
The souls of those long gone.
These people are my fan club,
They make my stay worthwhile.
I’ll be spending my eternity here,
In the place that is thought to be vile.
‘Cos I am where the lost souls go,
The ones who destroy their lives.
The ones who have no mercy,
The ones who kill their wives.
I am happy here,
It is where I belong.
I cannot do no right,
I cannot do no wrong
This party will never end,
And we will never go to bed.
We will constantly be dancing,
An we’ll always be off our head.
This will never get tiring,
This will never bore me,
For I am made for this existence,
And this existence was made for me.