You can't move as I pull you down
Sixty feet deeper in the ground, Down to the gates of Hell. Even this heart won't warm your soul like the flames from the car you stole It only gets hotter from here on out Through the gates of Hell. You will pay for your reckless spite (woof!!) Don't worry 'bout Cerebus, he won't bite. He might chew your nuts off, rip your intestines out, But that's nothin' you have to worry about, In the Gates of Hell.
