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