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I am a leader, but you will not follow me
I ain't no preacher, for I'm full of blasphemy
See you in Hell, boys
See you in Hell, boys
Hey!
Like an angel who'd been dancing with some devils
I'm a bad girl with a hope for better day
My laughter is spiced with mischief
I won't toss salt, kiss it up, or pray
When you offer pink or blue, I'll take the blackest
When you offer only two, I'll offer three
When you point me in a direction, I'll run backwards
And at the border of Utopia, I'll toast to anarchy
'Cause fire and rock, I'm coming home to you
Well, I'm picking the bones out of my dinner stew
Open up the gates of Hell, and roll me through
Fire and rock, I'm coming home to you
I am a leader, but you will not follow me
I ain't no preacher, for I'm full of blasphemy
See you in Hell, boys
See you in Hell, boys
Hey!
So you're saying Satan's army is rising up, soon?
Well, if it is, I'm secretary of no state (no state)
Got riches, rocks, and bottles in my tool pouch
My desire is societies jail bait
'Cause there's tons of guys moping about the workday
Dimes by the dozens, their song weighs a thousand pounds
But there's nothing like a lady with a buzz saw
I just might build your house, but I just might tear it down
'Cause fire and rock, I'm coming home to you
Well, I'm picking the bones out of my dinner stew
Open up the gates of Hell, and roll me through
Fire and rock, I'm coming home to you
I am a leader, but you will not follow me
I ain't no preacher, for I'm full of blasphemy
See you in Hell, boys
See you in Hell, boys
(Ha-ha-ha-ha, whoa!)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, whoa!)
(Whoa, ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yes, barkeeper, we'll surely have another
To the witches, to the goblins, and the trolls
I'll be coming to recruit your rebel children
There ain't no use in locking doors
There's one of me in every hole
With mud on my boots, and blood on my jeans
I'll take those pretty dresses, tear 'em at the seams
Roll me through the gate of Hell, ah please
And I'll be back in your daughter's dreams
I am a leader, but you will not follow me
I ain't no preacher, for I'm full of blasphemy
See you in Hell, boys
See you in Hell, see you in Hell, boys
See you in Hell, see you in Hell, boys
(Ha-ha, whoa! Whoa!)
(Whoa! Ha-ha-ha, yeah)