Ballad Of Beelzebub

Bm Yodel well, and your pickings swell G And you play so hard for the folks in Hell D And they can't see nothing A Nothin' at all Bm Chains to the legs, bolts to the ground G You boys ain't leaving 'til this crowd turns around D They don't hear nothing A Nothing at all Bm The colder the night, the hotter the lights G D Your sweat drips down and the crowd starts fist-fights They hear nothing A Nothing at all Bm But the air on stage is burning our lungs G And we're all going deaf from the beating drums D And you can't see a thing for all the blood A And sweat in our eyes Bm Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead G But the man says "You gotta get up there again D A And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice" Solo Bm G D A Bm But the air on stage is burning our lungs G And we're all going deaf from the beating drums D And you can't see a thing for all the blood A And sweat in our eyes Bm Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead G But the man says "You gotta get up there again D A And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice" Bm And you can't sing a note for the dust in your throat G We're running on empty and the bands lost all hope D A 'Cause they hear nothing Nothing at all Bm Welcome to hell, ladies and gent's G You sinned and fell, no time to repent D And you can't hear nothing A Nothing at all G G No you can't hear nothing Bm Nothing ... at ... alllll