Hell s Strip Club

One... Two... Burn it down!

Gasoline drips down the fangs of chrome-plated hounds,
The moon is caught in the jaws of screeching brakes.
Here skin smells of gunpowder and a roasted moon,
A dead widow dances under a black star.
In the chest beats not a heart, but a cast twelve-cylinder block,
We squeeze the last sweet juice out of the bones.


Electric discharge!
Toxic poison in the veins!
Look how the eyes are melting,
The heavens are taking us... In reverse!

Припев
Hell’s Strip Club! — Fever in the void!
Hell’s Strip Club! — We feast on the edge!
Spin the wheels, burn the floors, whip in the ecstasy,
Hell’s Strip Club! — The devil is looking right into us!


Velvet the color of clotted silence at the bottom,
Skeletons in latex slide along the icy wall.
Forget about tomorrow, here is hypnosis and oil fumes,
A comet splashes in the glass — our heavenly gift.
No one will leave sober from the embrace of these maidens,
Hear their visceral, mechanical chant.


"Ladies and gentlemen... step inside the sanctuary of the damned.
No salvation. No surrender.
Just the rhythmic grinding of the cosmic gears.
Can you feel the heat?
Can you feel the... SIN?!"

Припев
Hell’s Strip Club! — Fever in the void!
Hell’s Strip Club! — We feast on the edge!
Spin the wheels, burn the floors, whip in the ecstasy,
Hell’s Strip Club! — The devil is looking right into us!


Step on the gas!
Drink us up!
Hell’s... Strip... Club...