It's our town now, no one can touch us we are young
If we do wrong, please don't tell us till tomorrow
The world is ill, and while the barbecues are burnin'
We'll run wild, must be the fault of global warming
Perverts are taking over
Here in Hell's Barbecue
And while Heaven sleeps, Hell starts to party
The thieves are out, and they're sneaking through your door
There's a sickness here in this psycho-circus town
Makes tempers rise with the killing of the sun
Perverts are taking over
Perverts are taking Suburbia
Something has got to give
Here in Hell's Barbecue
Once a month and only on a Sunday
Do it with the lights out over in a hurry
Young and single, lost and alone
In a top floor flat with a hole in the wall
The streets are full of Neanderthal men
How can we make the grass grow green again?
Lock all your doors and close all the curtains
If they get in they're gonna leave hurtin'
Perverts are taking over
Perverts are on your case
Is there safety in numbers
Here in Hell's Barbecue?
Once a month and only on a Sunday
Do it with the lights out over in a hurry
Young and single, lost and alone
In a top floor flat with a hole in the wall
The streets are full of Neanderthal men
How can we make the grass grow green again?
Lock all your doors and close all the curtains
If they get in they're gonna leave hurtin'
Hell’s Barbecue was written by Space & Tommy Scott.
Hell’s Barbecue was produced by Stephen Lironi.