Lyrics Iron Pimp - Buck Bowen

The gate was guarded by a dog
Who cared for safety bout as much as it gets paid for the job
You need a ticket to enter hell
Pay the cost with your sanity wander the first realm

Take a look, make a note, hear the crying screams
Notice how the patrons take up residence and try to sleep
It's never clear why they're here
But they've all begun to stand which means the time is getting near

Hope springs from the window
But it's just an illusion full of confusion no info
They scurry to a drum with no beat
Then retreat to spend their freedom on the things they don't need

Driven by Thanatos, grab your soul keep it close
The journey's unforgiving on this mobile Jerry Springer show
Everything you ever heard is prob'ly true and more absurd
Say a prayer it wouldn't hurt

It's a destination full of destitution
On a road paved with doubt without a resolution
No regard for the rules
The lack of conscience is appalling for the lost and confused

The characters amaze are they normal or they crazed?
Some smell like hell on toast like they awoke from the grave
No time to relax and chill
Amidst the dense fog beware the hound of the Baskervilles