Don't tell me what you've done - I don't want to know.
You say it's not so hard, just let your conscience go.
You're flashing me that politician's grin,
you've kept your image squeaky clean.
You've such a fetching smile, but my, what sharp teeth.
We're going to hell -

So, show me some remorse, show me a little guilt,
Don't tell me we're just animals awaiting our next kill,
I've been disciplined by religion, by fear
still I can't quite seem to keep my thoughts pure.
I have a hunger for the deviant, and a thirst far worse.
We're going to hell -

So, what's that something sinister inside?
We act so civilized; devils in tuxedos.
Our sordid hearts are far too hard to hide -
what's that 'neath the floorboards?
Boom, boom... boom, boom... boom, boom.
We're going to hell -