Night Of The Buck Knives - The Electric Hellfire Club

Hot August night.

when the hammer fell

A dark force was set in motion

To open up the gates of Hell

A rite of extermination.

a ritual of hate

A curse upon the human race

To force the hand of fate

Somewhere in the darkness

The wolves began to howl

The son of man and his warrior clan

Were the first to heed the call

Young lions.

alone with their pride

Always keep a weapon by their side

Pig-sticker, Jack the ripper

There’s nowhere left to hide

There’s a method to the madness

But it’s always misunderstood

We can’t change the world we live in

Without shedding some blood

Creeping-crawling in the Hollywood hills

Looking for a sacrifice

Rich pigs with impressive digs

Were the first to lose their lives

Morning never came.

a generation died

War declared, the Devil’s children

Licked the blood off of their knives

No sanctuary, no shelter

…in a world gone Helter Skelter

The Devil’s music took their souls

And now they’ve lost control

The music is the message

…and the message is clear

Listen closely, and you will hear

A rite of extermination, a ritual of hate

A curse upon the human race

To force the hand of fate

Somewhere in the darkness

The wolves begin to howl

Your children are writing in blood

A warning upon your wall

But nothing’s gonna change the world

Short of violent revolution

We can’t change the world we live in

There’s no, there’s no.

final solution

No final solution!

No final solution!

It’s coming down fast motherfuckers!

No final solution!

No final solution

It’s coming down fast motherfuckers!