BROOMSTICK WITCHES - "Club Beelzebub" |
CLUB BEELZEBUB was a cold friday night misty moonlight walking down a dark alley my vampyre guitar slung over my back looking for a haunt to play my goth tunes tired of the city and all its ruts bars of covertune junkies and their boring sluts up ahead through shifting mist a red sign flashing bright and bold WELLCOME TO CLUB BEELZEBUB WELLCOME TO CLUB BEELZEBUB as I got closer what a sight I saw standing in front of a red coffin door whose glowing knob was a human skull was a gruesome creature a nightmare from a horror feature I'm the Grim Reaper, growled the skeleton in tattered black cape then wielded his bloody scythe through the cold cadaverous air Enter, if you dare, he beckoned me with his scythe then dropt the menacing monster to the misty ground from his left bony thigh he pulled out a black book but first, you must sign your soul to the devil of rocknroll I took the book and waited to write to sign my soul to the devil of rocknroll from his left bony hand sprung a syringe he jabbed me in the left arm and drew some blood with the needle full of my soul I scrawled my name in his black book I sold my soul to the devil of rocknroll a flame sprung from his left forefinger and burnt my bleeding arm with number 666 the bleeding stopt and the coffin opened as I entered the realm of darkness demonic voices were screaming WELLCOME TO CLUB BEELZEBUB WELLCOME TO CLUB BEELZEBUB THE DEVIL'S NIGHTCLUB THE DEVIL'S NIGHTCLUB HERE THE PARTY NEVER ENDS COME ROCK WITH OUR DEAD FRIENDS OUR DEAD FRIENDS OUR DEAD FRIENDS (c) 2018 Rick Super |