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Everybody, come on

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

Everybody throw your hands right up in the sky

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

Even your grandma and your grandad

Distant relatives you never knew you had

Never kept tabs

To their far-fetched friends either ends of the map

Whatever goes everybody knows that

To the party crowd, every week they turn it out

They work their fingers to the bone, they deserve it now

And when the big tune drops hear the floor shout

When we get the call out, we all out

According to the people

The people that resemble

Disciples of the temple

We’re all going to hell

We’re all going to hell

We’re all going to hell

We’re all going to hell

We’ll be joined by agnostic and atheists

And loopy cuckoo cults across the Earth’s radius

The brightest of the bright will be

Coupled with the shadiest

Workaholics condemned to pens with the laziest

The passive and the ropable, no hoper and the

Forgettable and uh, the quotable

The centre of attention to barely audible

Not even any privileges for the laudable

What Ben Lee meant, with we’re all in this together

On the high road to hell we’re birds of a feather

Nothing can unite us like endeavours to the nether

Bureaucrats lobbying Lucifer with a letter

I swear that Satan will get sick of it quick

Leavin' the evilest of evil even thinking to quit

To the tune of Kenny G playin' saxophone licks

Thinking hell has really gone to shit

According to the people

The people that resemble

Disciples of the temple

We’re all going to hell (let's go-o, let’s go-o, let’s go-o)

We’re all going to hell (let's go-o, let’s go-o, let’s go-o)

We’re all going to hell (let's go-o, let’s go-o, let’s go-o)

We’re all going to hell (let's go-o, let’s go-o, let’s go-o)

The Gallagher brothers are hanging with the brothers Grimm

Church choir mingling with them that never sung a hymn

The pope and all the endlessly devoted under him

Fellas that lived to the fullest to them that died wondering

And all the underlings, up to the chief

Execs, the celibates that never had great sex

Are getting cosy with the X X X, the devil accepts all

Creatures great and small (yes he will take your call)

The booking agent, label rep manager

Professional promoters hard to pick from amateurs

They hard to pick from anarchists who’re hard to pick

From lawyers that are lining up for damages (isn't it all fabulous!)

Whatever happened to happily ever after

Obama and Bin Laden, gathering clouds darken

It’s not the way it was supposed to be

«don't stand so close to me»

Everybody c’mon, we’re all in the fold

There’ll be a bright future for all

Everybody c’mon, we’re all in the fold

There’ll be a bright future for all

Everybody c’mon, we’re all in the fold

There’ll be a bright future for all

Everybody c’mon, we’re all in the fold

There’ll be a bright future for all

We’re all going to hell (let's go-o, let’s go-o, let’s go-o)

We’re all going to hell (let's go-o, let’s go-o, let’s go-o)

We’re all going to hell (let's go-o, let’s go-o, let’s go-o)

We’re all going to hell (there'll be a bright future for all)

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