Текст песни Holiday In Hell - Dan Bull

Holiday In Hell

Abandon hope all ye who enter here into fear
I need to leave heaven, my tenancy’s in rent arrears
And I’ve a tendency for temper, see, my empathy
Is temporary as every entity I meet that interferes
So it appears, I need a break, believe it, mate
Set your alarm for seven or half-past because we’ll be leaving at eight
Don’t leave it late, we won’t wait to start the party, popping off
Bottletops, and every one of them is a molotov
Bloody hell — it’s fun as hell, now burn in hell
If I keep firing rounds my gun is going to melt
Can you tell why it’s called a burner now?
Don’t make me spell it out, you heard me now
Spend the summer in hell, there’s really nothing to tell
And so I booked a motel down in the furnace of hell
Yeah, I’ve just come here to chill, and look for something to kill
Because the summertime has nothing on the furnace of hell
Got to check in to a spot where the weather is hot
I thought I’d packed my factor fifty, but I guess I forgot
I’m going to get burnt up so badly you daren’t look
Unlike my thermostat, I’m turnt up, and ready to bare knuckle
Booking a bed and breakfast up in another dimension, what an adventure
But d’you remember? The road to hell is paved with stuff that’ll end ya
So travel with caution, or feel agony more than trapping your foreskin
No wonder the travel insurance for this all’s an absolute fortune
There’s an appalling, lack of precautions, also, here’s a question
When was the last time one of the staff performed a risk assessment?
And where can I access toilets, or just pause to get refreshments?
How can a tourist trap so notorious, lack a freaking restaurant?
Abandon hope all ye who enter here into fear
I got no phone signal, need to reach an engineer
I’m sorry, I can’t reply to my email now
I’m away 'till friday — I’m on holiday in hell
Spend the summer in hell, there’s really nothing to tell
And so I booked a motel down in the furnace of hell
Yeah, I’ve just come here to chill, and look for something to kill
Because the summertime has nothing on the furnace of hell
I move at a leisurely pace, but as soon as I get in the place
I’m unloading a load of lead in your face, you better be grateful,
better say grace
'Cause me and erasing malevolent demons team together like treble and bass
Seven and eight, Eminem, Dre, devil and angel, lemon and ade, so
Let me cut to the chase, whatever the case, I’m ending your days
Basically I came to see how much hell I can raise simply vacationing
Breaking the masonry — the way I’m dividing bricks
Violent prick who’s blaming the latency, every time I miss the major key
It’s a minor blip got to time my clicks, wait, let me tie my kicks
'K, fixed, yay, amazing you with the way I’m rhyming this great
Narcissistic artist, sick guitarist, guys, you’re clickbait
So I’ll obliterate anyone in my path after this quick break
It’s only half a star on trip advisor
We’re holidaying in hades — ooh wow
Look at this price, I couldn’t find anything nicer
Look, I’m not complaining, I’m loving hell
Spend the summer in hell, there’s really nothing to tell
And so I booked a motel down in the furnace of hell
Yeah, I’ve just come here to chill, and look for something to kill
Because the summertime has nothing on the furnace of hell