Ballad Of Beelzebub

	  		Bm 
Yodel well, and your pickings swell 
G 
And you play so hard for the folks in Hell 
D 
And they can't see nothing 
A 
Nothin' at all 

Bm 
Chains to the legs, bolts to the ground 
G 
You boys ain't leaving 'til this crowd turns around 
D 
They don't hear nothing 
A 
Nothing at all 

Bm 
The colder the night, the hotter the lights 
G                                                      D 
Your sweat drips down and the crowd starts fist-fights 
They hear nothing 
A 
Nothing at all 

   Bm 
But the air on stage is burning our lungs 
   G 
And we're all going deaf from the beating drums 
   D 
And you can't see a thing for all the blood 
                  A 
And sweat in our eyes 

      Bm  
Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead 
G 
But the man says "You gotta get up there again 
       D                                             A 
And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice" 

Solo Bm G D A 

   Bm 
But the air on stage is burning our lungs 
   G 
And we're all going deaf from the beating drums 
   D 
And you can't see a thing for all the blood 
                  A 
And sweat in our eyes 

      Bm  
Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead 
G 
But the man says "You gotta get up there again 
       D                                             A 
And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice" 

      Bm 
And you can't sing a note for the dust in your throat 
G 
We're running on empty and the bands lost all hope 
   D                      A 
'Cause they hear nothing 
Nothing at all 

 Bm                                 
Welcome to hell, ladies and gent's 
G 
You sinned and fell, no time to repent 
  D 
And you can't hear nothing 
A 
Nothing at all 

         G                G 
No you can't hear nothing 
                            Bm 
Nothing ... at ... alllll