Holiday In Hell - Dan Bull

Abandon hope all ye who enter here into fear

I need to leave heaven, my tenancy’s in rent arrears

And I’ve a tendency for temper, see, my empathy

Is temporary as every entity I meet that interferes

So it appears, I need a break, believe it, mate

Set your alarm for seven or half-past because we’ll be leaving at eight

Don’t leave it late, we won’t wait to start the party, popping off

Bottletops, and every one of them is a molotov

Bloody hell — it’s fun as hell, now burn in hell

If I keep firing rounds my gun is going to melt

Can you tell why it’s called a burner now?

Don’t make me spell it out, you heard me now

Spend the summer in hell, there’s really nothing to tell

And so I booked a motel down in the furnace of hell

Yeah, I’ve just come here to chill, and look for something to kill

Because the summertime has nothing on the furnace of hell

Got to check in to a spot where the weather is hot

I thought I’d packed my factor fifty, but I guess I forgot

I’m going to get burnt up so badly you daren’t look

Unlike my thermostat, I’m turnt up, and ready to bare knuckle

Booking a bed and breakfast up in another dimension, what an adventure

But d’you remember? The road to hell is paved with stuff that’ll end ya

So travel with caution, or feel agony more than trapping your foreskin

No wonder the travel insurance for this all’s an absolute fortune

There’s an appalling, lack of precautions, also, here’s a question

When was the last time one of the staff performed a risk assessment?

And where can I access toilets, or just pause to get refreshments?

How can a tourist trap so notorious, lack a freaking restaurant?

Abandon hope all ye who enter here into fear

I got no phone signal, need to reach an engineer

I’m sorry, I can’t reply to my email now

I’m away 'till friday — I’m on holiday in hell

Spend the summer in hell, there’s really nothing to tell

And so I booked a motel down in the furnace of hell

Yeah, I’ve just come here to chill, and look for something to kill

Because the summertime has nothing on the furnace of hell

I move at a leisurely pace, but as soon as I get in the place

I’m unloading a load of lead in your face, you better be grateful,

better say grace

'Cause me and erasing malevolent demons team together like treble and bass

Seven and eight, Eminem, Dre, devil and angel, lemon and ade, so

Let me cut to the chase, whatever the case, I’m ending your days

Basically I came to see how much hell I can raise simply vacationing

Breaking the masonry — the way I’m dividing bricks

Violent prick who’s blaming the latency, every time I miss the major key

It’s a minor blip got to time my clicks, wait, let me tie my kicks

'K, fixed, yay, amazing you with the way I’m rhyming this great

Narcissistic artist, sick guitarist, guys, you’re clickbait

So I’ll obliterate anyone in my path after this quick break

It’s only half a star on trip advisor

We’re holidaying in hades — ooh wow

Look at this price, I couldn’t find anything nicer

Look, I’m not complaining, I’m loving hell

Spend the summer in hell, there’s really nothing to tell

And so I booked a motel down in the furnace of hell

Yeah, I’ve just come here to chill, and look for something to kill

Because the summertime has nothing on the furnace of hell