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         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      Oh, we're going down       Here's your invitation, your instigation    Your damnation to the hellfire club