Hell Will Be Party Time - The Copyrights

You could tell us that the house is burning down

But you can see from our faces that we’re sticking around

Until the paint on the walls starts bubbling

And the smoke has us coughing and stumbling

You know we’ll never stop, drop and roll

Because we didn’t come up with it ourselves

Our principles go down in flames

But at least we’ll be the proudest people in hell

We’ll argue with a stop sign, we’ll argue with a head cold

While we wonder, «Is the world really round?»

We kick and scream and grow old

They’ll have to drag us out kicking and screaming