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