S.O.S.

There is a place down in the South
Where a host of demons dwell
It's a product of your nightmares
Dante's worst vision of Hell

They torture you with briefings
Until your will to live is gone
They take five weeks of your short life
And flush it down the john

It's a harvester of evil
That no one can control
And it's here to take your soul

Don't try to fight it
There's nothing you can do
S.O.S. is comin' for you
S.O.S. is comin' for you

The leadership instruction
Only Satan could devise
One whiff of this shit and you will want to gouge out both your eyes

Scream about it all you want
You'll only waste your breath
Between this and death by bonga-bonga
You'll choose death

It's a harvester of evil
That no one can control
And it's here to take your soul

Don't try to fight it
There's nothing you can do
S.O.S. is comin' for you
S.O.S. is comin' for you

(So, what stage of Cog's Ladder do you believe you're on?)
Oh, fucking kill me!
(You sir are in the box!)
Yeah, fuck you, you know I'm gonna take that red hat of yours and shove it so far up your ass, you're gonna be shittin' through mesh for a week!

It's a harvester of evil
That no one can control
And it's here to take your soul

Don't try to fight it
There's nothing you can do
S.O.S. is comin' for you
S.O.S. is comin' for you
S.O.S. is comin' for you!