Pack the bags, only what you need
Whiskey and rope, someone’s gonna bleed
Hoist the sails high, and leave at dawn
The sun is rising and the wind is strong
Make em pay, make em pay
Make em pay, make em pay
Make em pay, make em pay
Make em pay, make em pay
Bodies overboard, floating in the water
I got something for your son and your daughter
Hell’s Gate
Take me to Hell’s Gate
Hell’s Gate
Get me through Hell’s gate
Sitting pretty, standing tall
Resting your head on a jail cell wall
Now it’s worth taking the time to repent
I knew then that the money’s all spent
Make em pay, make em pay
Make em pay, make em pay
Make em pay, make em pay
Make em pay, make em pay
And I knew I was wrong
Now the only witness is dead and gone
Hell’s Gate
Take me to Hell’s Gate
Hell’s gate
Get me through Hell’s Gate
Make em pay, Make em pay
Make em pay, Make em pay
Make em pay, Make em pay
Make em pay, Make em pay
Is it only salvation you’re after
Where we’re headed there’ll be no laughter
Hell’s Gate, no escape
Hell’s Gate, no escape
Hell’s Gate, no escape
Hell’s Gate, no escape
Hell’s Gate, no escape
Hell’s Gate, no escape
Hell’s Gate, no escape
Hell’s Gate, no escape
Recorded in a shipping container, the Australian artist's quirky second album is a love letter to 70’s classic rock, folk, and psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 15, 2023