Black Bus - The Electric Hellfire Club

Well this is our finest hour

It’s the death rattle of flower power

Come on baby, take a chance with us

Take a little ride on the Black Bus

The Black Bus is gonna take us flying

On a one-way trip down the Devil’s highway

Six hundred sixty-six miles

Damnation’s back in style

We left our hearts in San Francisco

When the psychedelic sounds gave way to disco

We traded flowers for knives

We got the Fear and it changed our lives

We hit the road back in '68

When the Summer of Love became the Summer of Hate

They all tried to warn us

About the place called Hotel California

A black church with a Black Pope

Preaching the gospel of Satan’s hope

Come on baby, take a chance with us

Take a little ride on the Black Bus

The Black Bus is gonna take us flying

On a one-way trip down the Devil’s highway

Six hundred sixty-six miles

Damnation’s back in style

Death Valley, '69

On a death-trip ride

Our egos died

It all comes down to this

Cease to exist