The Inferno's satanic emcee (known only as Eyepatch Guy) orchestrates an orgy fueled by the club's signature drug. Dante protests that we should "just say no" but off comes the lid of the sacred urn & out billows the infernal smoke for all to inhale.


From the fantasy violence of physical games
to the serious damage that'll ring your bells
any S&M joint can get your groin in flames
the Inferno can incinerate your brain cells

the human mind is a jalopy on the fritz
come on & soup it up with the Inferno's drug of choice
it's like dive-bombing in a kamikaze blitz
or driving off a cliff in a Rolls-Royce

blotto / we call it blotto
gimme a hit of that blotto
blotto / we call it blotto
gimme a snort of that blotto

whatever happened to "just say no"?

that was far away & long ago

there's no zippin' back up after comin' undone
& Dante's gonna tell you it's a slippery slope
but you won't settle for love
that's merely one-on-one
after blotto drives you wild in a group grope


almighty drug from whom no secrets are hid
deliver us from virtue / lift that lid!

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