Vārdi: Electric Hellfire Club. Black Bus.

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