Roaming the plains where a number is your name
In a palace and you'll never find the door
Oh, look into the mirror
Is it what you wanna see?
Or just a cuddle toy
The vogue has washed ashore?

No, I don't care what you say
Into the darkness I plough my way
I'm striking out for paradise
To be the one I am

We're going down to the devil
We are striking out for paradise
To bedlam below, down to the devil
The mad parade is coming home

Can't you hear the sound as they make the hammer pound?
Rusty nails into a coffin of your size
To bury you alive, you mature until you're ripe
Then they reap you when you're beautiful enough in their eyes

They lurk to wall in your belief
Put up glass ceilings that you can't see
To break down the freak
They don't want you to be

We're going down to the devil
We are striking out for paradise
To bedlam below, down to the devil
The mad parade is coming home

Down to the devil
Striking out for paradise
To bedlam below, down to the devil
Mad parade is coming home

We're going down to the devil
We are striking out for paradise
To bedlam below, down to the devil
The mad parade is coming home

We're going down to the devil
We are striking out for paradise
To bedlam below, down to the devil
Mad parade is coming home

(Here's your invitation, your instigation
Your damnation to the hellfire club)

Down to the devil
Striking out for paradise