Pack Your Bags Honey, We're Going To Hell! - Santa Hates You

I turn around

And burn the lair

No one’s at the hell

Devil may care

We’re off to a place, where it’s always sunny

Pack your bags honey, we’re going to hell!

Leave it all behind

Look ahead, don’t behind

When the sky turns pitch-black

It’s time to get back

We’re off to a place, where it’s always sunny

Pack your bags honey, we’re going to hell!

We’re going to waste

We feel ash-raised

We’re going to hell

Going to hell!

We’re going to waste

We feel ash-raised

We’re going to hell

Going to hell!

We’re going to waste

We feel ash-raised

We’re going to hell

Going to hell!

We’re going to waste

We feel ash-raised

We’re going to hell

Going to hell!

It’s time to let go

Of all this mess

Put on your party face

And dress to impress

We’re off to a place where it’s always sunny

Pack your bags honey, we’re going to hell!

We’re going to waste

We feel ash-raised

We’re going to hell

Going to hell!

We’re going to waste

We feel ash-raised

We’re going to hell

Going to hell!

What’s a little eternal damnation?

Compared to to drums of radiation

What’s a little eternal fire on the side

Compared to slaughter and genocide

What’s a little demonic ass spanking

Compared to starvation and investment banking

We’re off to a place where it’s always sunny

Pack your bags honey, we’re going to hell!

We’re going to waste

We feel ash-raised

We’re going to hell

Going to hell!

We’re going to waste

We feel ash-raised

We’re going to hell

Going to hell!

We’re going to waste

We feel ash-raised

We’re going to hell

Going to hell!

We’re going to waste

We feel ash-raised

We’re going to hell

Going to hell!