Hell Sweet Hell (BUS STOP CHINESE BUFFET)

In the fields
Of golden colours
Red rivers flow
The blood of brothers
Our heroes are dead
Our mothers dread
Tears ever falling
She can't stop balling

We may forgive
But can't forget
I know this ain't
Politically correct
But we don't mind
Everything's just fine
We close our eyes
And give in to the lie

Hell sweet hell
You're my home, my belle
Home sweet home
Farewell

Big brother's watching
Careful what you do
You have no voice
You have no choice
You're pacified
And nullified
You're next in line
You're number nine

These beds are not
Made out of roses
No model poses
No paradise
We're all disguised
And alibied
Walking, talking
Dead or alive?

Hell sweet hell
You're my home, my belle
Home sweet home
Farewell

Hell sweet hell
You're my home, my belle
Home sweet home
Farewell

Hell sweet hell
You're my home, my belle
Home sweet home
Farewell

In the fields
Of golden colours
Red rivers flow
The blood of brothers
Our heroes are dead
Our mothers dread
Tears ever falling
She can't stop balling

Hell sweet hell
You're my home, my belle
Home sweet home
Farewell

Hell sweet hell
You're my home, my belle
Home sweet home
Farewell

Hell sweet hell
You're my home, my belle
Home sweet home
Farewell

Hell sweet hell
You're my home, my belle
Home sweet home
Farewell