To die, to sin, that's the rub For in sleep of sin, what, what kingdom may come? What of the limitless sex and violence in the wake of Welcome to the slaughter, are going to do?
What will be epitaph, when we get done with you? Are you gonna cry for your momma, are you gonna have a time? Are you gonna be a bohab, when it's your to die? It all gets crazy, bedlam all around
Anarchy, chaos rule the street, it's a RagNaRok town Your head it is a turnin', your it is a burnin' As your slips away The final hour's here, now yourself a beer
only king for one day Go on and get a gun, we're gonna some fun Snuffin' out some fools, and all the rules The rule is winnin', that means a lot of sinnin'
feels so fine, you're running out of time It's always one hell of a party, when RagNaRok rolls RagNaRok 'n' roll, RagNaRok 'n' It's to trash the planet, RagNaRok battleground
to Valhalla, do not be afraid Now you are a zombie, and all friends are dead It all gets naughty, when we get backstage Everybody a load off, I hope you're underage
Whip out your bologna, your feeling horny And you have one more chance for a lubbah, no need to where a rubbah Have a RagNaRok 'n' roll
Go on and somebody and get them really bloody Peelin' and a porkin', and a dorkin' Chokin' and a jokin', laffin' and a Load in lot of fun, now, you're running out of time to dust