Roll Me Through The Gates Of Hell

	  		


     

G      C              G               D 
I am a leader but you will not follow me 

G          C                G              D 
I ain't no preacher for I'm full of blasphemy 

           G         C   G   D    
See you in hell boys 

           G         C   G   D 
See you in hell boys 




G                                          Em        D 
Like an angel whose been dancin' with some devils 

G                                       Em     D 
I'm a bad girl with a hope for a better day 

G                               Em     D 
My laughter is spiced with mischief 

G                                 Em     D 
I won't toss salt, kiss it up or pray 

G                                         Em     D 
If you offer pink or blue I'll take the blackest 

G                                    Em     D 
If you offer only two I'll opt for three 

G                                        Em       D 
If you point me in a direction I'll run backwards 

G                                Em         D        
and at the border of utopia I'll toast to anarchy 


G                              Em       D 
Cause fire n rock, I'm comin' home to you 

G                              Em          D 
whie I'm pickin' the bones out of my dinner stew 

G                    Em                D 
open up the gates of hell and roll me through 

       C                       D       
fire n rock I'm comin' home to you  



I am a leader but you will not follow me. 
I ain't no preacher for I'm full of blasphemy. 
See you in hell boys. 
See you in hell boys. 
Hey! 

So you're saying Satan's army is rising up soon. 
While if it is I'm secretary of no state. 
Got riches, rocks, and bottles in my tool pouch. 
My desire is societies jail bait. 

Cause there's tons of guys moping about the workday. 
Dimes by the dozens.  
Their song weighs a thousand pounds. 
But there's nothing like a lady with a buzz saw. 
I just might build your house but I just might tear it down. 

Cause fire and rock I'm coming home to you. 
Well, I'm picking the bones out of my dinner stew. 
Open up the gates of hell and roll me through. 
Fire and rock I'm coming home to you. 

I am a leader but you will not follow me. 
I ain't no preacher for I'm full of blasphemy. 
See you in hell boys. 
See you in hell boys. 

(slows down for this verse): 

Yeah, barkeeper we'll surely have another. 
To the witches, to the goblins, and the trolls. 
I'll be coming to recruit your rebel children. 
There ain't no use in locking doors, 
There's one of me in every home. 

With mud on my boots, 
and blood on my jeans. 
I'll take those pretty dresses, 
Tear em at the seams. 
Roll me through the gate of hell. 
Ah please. 
And I'll be back in your daughter's dreams. 

I am a leader but you will not follow me. 
I ain't no preacher for I'm full of blasphemy. 
See you in hell boys. 
See you in hell 
See you in hell boys. 
See you in hell. 
See you in hell boys.