No room left in Hell.

Lyrics

NO GRAVES LEFT IN HELL One Fateful Sunday afternoon, way in the depths of Hell, "Stop what you're doing boys, WE'RE FULL!" The Devil yelled... Well the Devil called the diggers at a quarter after two, Said, "Drop them Goddamn shovels, boys, there's nothin' left to do!" Every hole is taken,... every coffin's stacked, We filled the pits of Hell boys— and now they're headin' back! The ground it started shaking, I heard a rumblin' sound, Dead men started scratching, from way beneath the ground, Headstones started cracking, then the church bells they all rang, As a thousand rotten coffins went— BANG! BANG! BANG! Lock your doors! Ring that bell! There's no more room— Down in Hell! NO GRAVES LEFT IN HELL! Hear them rattlin' bones NO GRAVES LEFT IN HELL! The dead are comin' home! They've been kicking at the gates, Now the Devil's letting go, When there's no more room left down below— THE DEAD START COMING HOME! Old man preacher grabbed his Bible and to the graveyard ran, Sheriff pulled his rifle out, with a shaking hand, Bartender shouted, "OK boys, this here round's on me!" Then his dead Aunt Sally walked in the door and said, "Pour the next for me!" Undertaker's running, hear those bastards scream, "This wasn't in the contract! This ain't how it should be!" Every grave is empty, every tombstone bare, And something with no eyeballs is sitting in his chair! NO GRAVES LEFT IN HELL! Hear them rattlin' bones NO GRAVES LEFT IN HELL! The dead are comin' home! They've been kicking at the gates, Now the Devil's letting go, When there's no more room left down below— THE DEAD ARE COMING HOME! The Devil checked the numbers... He even checked 'em twice. No vacancies. No spare holes. Not even for a price. Now they're crawling through the graveyard, They're marching through the town, Some ain't got their heads on, Some are upside down! Coffin lids are flying, Bones are in the street, One dead bastard stole my shovel— And another stole my seat! Gravediggers swinging, Trying to hold the line, But you can't bury a dead man Who's already done their time. So we threw down our shovels, Said, "Boys, we're done as well!" What's the point in digging— WHEN THERE'S NO GRAVES LEFT IN HELL?! NO GRAVES LEFT IN HELL! Hear them rattlin' bones NO GRAVES LEFT IN HELL! The dead are comin' home! They've been kicking at the gates, Now the Devil's letting go, When there's no more room left down below— THE DEAD ARE COMING HOME! NO GRAVES LEFT IN HELL! Hear them rattlin' bones NO GRAVES LEFT IN HELL! The dead are comin' home! They've been kicking at the gates, Now the Devil's letting go, When there's no more room left down below— THE DEAD... ARE COMING... HOME! HAHAHA.