If you’re not from here, you don’t belong.
You’ll never know, but things are wrong.
Evil’s cooking and it’s smellin' strong
It’s our business and mind your own.
Ammonia burns the children’s eyes.
They’re growin' up scared and play outside.
Pink flamingo stuck in the yard.
If it’s pointing left then it’s fulla cars.
Ah ah ah ah
Somethin’s cookin' and it jus' ain’t right.
Ah ah ah ah
Hell’s kitchen gonna burn tonight.
Well, they used to make a livin' offen bath tub gin.
When the hippies showed up, we wuz in.
They profit off of weakness and they always have
Now meth is a recipe for cold hard cash.
Ah ah ah ah
Somethin’s cookin' and it jus' ain’t right.
Ah ah ah ah
Hell’s kitchen gonna burn tonight.
Well, this corner of the county has lots of hands
and every single one has got a gasoline can.
The Preacher and the Sheriff are going to turn a blind eye
Just as soon as sparks start to fly.
Ah ah ah ah
Somethin’s cookin' and it jus' ain’t right.
Ah ah ah ah
Hell’s kitchen gonna burn tonight.
Ah ah ah ah
Tired of smellin' that formaldehyde
Ah ah ah ah
Hell’s kitchen gonna burn tonight.