Ring it

There goes the bell

Stand there or sit

It’s the countdown to Hell

Go kiss his hand

Place the chip on your lips

What glow isn’t so grand

His power can sink ships

You share Your blood

Day in Day out

Dare they call You a stud

Beneath the crud, You shout

Every turned page

Makes You shake more

Hung up in rage

You are the candy store

Go on ahead

Ring the bell

Make like savior, play dead

Because it’s the countdown to Hell