Roaming the plains 
where a number is your name 
In a palace 
And you'll never find the door 
Oh look into the mirror 
Is it what you wanna see 
Or just a cuddle toy 
The vogue has washed ashore 

No I don't care what you say 
Into the darkness I plough my way 
I'm striking out for paradise 
To be the one I am 

We're going down to the devil 
We are striking out for paradise 
To bedlam below - down to the devil 
The mad parade [bad word] home 

Can't you hear the sound 
As they make the hammer pound [bad word] nails into a coffin of your size 
To bury you alive 
you mature until you're ripe 
Then they reap you 
When you're beautiful enough 
in their eyes 

They lurk to wall in your belief 
Put up glass ceilings that you can't see 
To break down the freak 
They don't want you to be 

We're going down to the devil 

Oh we're going down 

Here's your invitation, your instignation 
Your damnation to the hellfire club