You wanted power and you begged for fame
You wanted everything the easy way
You want gain without pain
Now your bill is in the mail
you got stronger but your mind get weak
you made a promise that you couldn`t keep
you had it all - you lost more
it`s all there in the fee
Via hell incorporated (regeneration)
first you love it then you hate it (you`re such a saint)
and you`re never gonna make it (bad situation)
get on, get on down, there`s hell to pay `cause
the devil is a loser and he`s my bitch
for better or for worse
and you don`t care which
the devil is a loser and he`s my bitch
Runnin` into trouble you skitch
he`s my bitch
you wanted riches and a licence to kill
you got poverty then you got ill
you got poor and you lost your will
all you dreams unfulfilled
i get my kicks when you blow your fuse
no-one got killed but that`s no excuse
hands up, i let you know when it`s done
i`ve got the only gun
And there were no refunds
just failing guarantess
"confess your sins, son"
Said the preacher on TV
you got yourself some greasepaint
set of white and black
all you got was laughter and
Gene Simmons on your back
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