Entering the depths of hell
Is not what I expected
There was no fire or brimstone
So that ideas rejected
There is not a chamber of evil and Satan doesnt have a tail
Welcome to the south sea where bands come to fail
No f**ing sound check
What the f**!
No f**ing sound check
No we’re stuck!
We could die tonight
What a sight!
Sleeping on a coach made of sh**e
Now we try to escape this place cause now we see
hell is in the south sea
The brutal vision of that place
The stains had fleas
Hell is in the south sea x2
Playing our set
Three songs in
Forced to a halt
a**hole manager shut us down
Which wasn’t our fault
Spend the bands pay on Chinese with his s*utty meth head wife
f** the who*e with a 9 inch pole
Shove south sea up your hole
Repeat chorus