Escaping the twilight,
Driking 'til sunrise,
I never thought a head like t this would persist,
I could be dead at 33,
Like Belushi,
Drain myself away like Hancock in Sydney,
Who knows?
Who cares?
Who'll remember anyway?
Welcome to hell!
Spend your time in hell!
I could try to change it but it suits me too well...
A not so private hell.
You feed my hunger,
But drown all my senses,
In the satisfaction stakes,
It's like sitting on the number nine bus,
I can't stop me you can't stop me
I can't stop me you can't stop me
One's too many...
Ten's not enough.
Welcome to hell!
Spend your time in hell!
I could try to change it but it suits me too well...
A not so private hell
Welcome to hell!
Feels good to be back with Charlie and Hattie and my...
Memory lapse.
Welcome to hell!
Welcome to hell!
WELCOME TO HELL!
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Escaping the twilight,
Driking 'til sunrise,
I never thought a head like t this would persist,
I could be dead at 33,
Like Belushi,
Drain myself away like Hancock in Sydney,
Who knows?
Who cares?
Who'll remember anyway?
Welcome to hell!
Spend your time in hell!
I could try to change it but it suits me too well...
A not so private hell.
You feed my hunger,
But drown all my senses,
In the satisfaction stakes,
It's like sitting on the number nine bus,
I can't stop me you can't stop me
I can't stop me you can't stop me
One's too many...
Ten's not enough.
Welcome to hell!
Spend your time in hell!
I could try to change it but it suits me too well...
A not so private hell
Welcome to hell!
Feels good to be back with Charlie and Hattie and my...
Memory lapse.
Welcome to hell!
Welcome to hell!
WELCOME TO HELL!
----------------------------------------------------------
Driking 'til sunrise,
I never thought a head like t this would persist,
I could be dead at 33,
Like Belushi,
Drain myself away like Hancock in Sydney,
Who knows?
Who cares?
Who'll remember anyway?
Welcome to hell!
Spend your time in hell!
I could try to change it but it suits me too well...
A not so private hell.
You feed my hunger,
But drown all my senses,
In the satisfaction stakes,
It's like sitting on the number nine bus,
I can't stop me you can't stop me
I can't stop me you can't stop me
One's too many...
Ten's not enough.
Welcome to hell!
Spend your time in hell!
I could try to change it but it suits me too well...
A not so private hell
Welcome to hell!
Feels good to be back with Charlie and Hattie and my...
Memory lapse.
Welcome to hell!
Welcome to hell!
WELCOME TO HELL!
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Writer: GRAHAM CHARLES CRABB
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.