See the devil's children Hopping one-way rides Congregating in the chapel Under black-mass skies Cloaked in velvet Shrouds of wine Snuff out cigarettes On their homemade shrine Weekend rabble-rousers Reining in their holy mess Leave a fire burning At the hearth of the rat's nest Time to pay the piper For the false hope that he's wrought But that beast, he is a liar Stealing something never lost Wasted youth and turmoil A thirst quick to be slated They'll miss the slaughter when it's gone The one they once hated And it's a long way Sure is a long way down And it's a long way, yeah Sure is a long way down