Demon Bell (the Ballad Of Horace Pinker) - Dangerous Toys

I was born without a soul inside 
So I'm gonna tear out your heart 
And try it on for size 
You gotta have a soul to get to go to hell 
That's where I wanna go to ring the demon bell 

Demon bell, demon bell
I wanna hear you scream like hell 
Demon bell, demon bell
I'm gonna throw you in the wishing well 

Television was my mom and dad 
The six o'clock news told me how to be bad 
And when you're really bad the ratings go up 
That's why this country's getting really corrupt 

Somebody get me a whisky 
Cus blood makes me so thirsty 
We are like star-crossed wires 
That's why they call me the shocker 

Demon bell, demon bell
I wanna hear you scream like hell 
Demon bell, demon bell
I'm gonna throw you in the wishing well 
Like a baby howlin' for his mother 
If you don't get love you turn into a killer 
No-one ever took me to the carnival 
Now the funhouse is my twisted soul 
I'm lookin' for you, well lookin' for you 

I was born without a soul inside 
So I'm gonna tear out your heart 
And try it on for size 
You gotta have a soul to get to go to hell 
That's where I wanna go to ring the demon bell 

Somebody get me a whisky 
Cus blood makes me so thirsty 
We are like star-crossed wires 
That's why they call me the shocker
Demon bell, demon bell
I wanna hear you scream like hell 
Demon bell, demon bell
I'm gonna throw you in the wishing well 
Like a baby howlin' for his mother 
If you don't get love you turn into a killer 
No-one ever took me to the carnival 
Now the funhouse is my twisted soul 

Demon bell, demon bell
I wanna hear you scream like hell 
Demon bell, demon bell
I'm gonna throw you in the wishing well