We go marching off to war,
and the richter scale swings.
Pile on those trains.
Pile in that hearse.

Pools congregate the men,
and segregate the girls.
I don't feel clean.
Where are my girls?

Like hellbent.
Like hellbent.

There's an old man in his chair.
With a leather shaven grin.
I don't want war.
I don't need plays.

Like hellbent.
Like hellbent.
Like hellbent.
Like hellbent.
It's like hellbent.
Like hellbent.
it's like hellbent inn.